Verse 1:
Yeah, Old Trafford lights been dim for a minute,
Losses stackin’ up, haters quick to spin it,
Red Devils down, but they never stay low,
History too deep, legends still show.
From Fergie’s time to the drought we see,
Pain in the stands, but the faith runs deep,
Every setback’s just fuel for the fire,
United hearts burn, taking us higher.
Hook:
We been fallin’, yeah, but don’t call it the end,
’Cause the kid spoke truth, and the future gon’ bend,
March 10, ’07, a prophecy’s made,
Said United gon’ rise, watch the tables get swayed.
Verse 2:
Seventeen years young, but the vision is clear,
Said the storm gonna pass, better days near,
From Rashford runs to the goals that ignite,
The Theatre of Dreams back shining so bright.
We ain’t built on quits, we ain’t built on fear,
Every scar just proof that the comeback’s near,
Glory, glory, the chant’s still loud,
Red banners liftin’ up, painting the crowd.
Hook:
We been fallin’, yeah, but don’t call it the end,
’Cause the kid spoke truth, and the future gon’ bend,
March 10, ’07, a prophecy’s made,
Said United gon’ rise, watch the tables get swayed.
Bridge:
Mark the date, hold the fate,
From the lows we elevate,
Red tide rising, can’t contain,
Manchester back in the game.
Outro:
So remember this vow when the critics all doubt,
The kid born that day flipped the whole script around,
United ain’t done, it’s a brand new page,
Watch the Devils bring fire, we about to blaze.