One Hundred and Fifteen Bars of Justice

Footy pitch politics, cash stacks skyscrapin',

City's blue sky, but the books need reshapin'.

One hundred fifteen shots fired, that's a scandalous court,

FFP charges got the club's veins outta sort.

Money moves, oil slick, contracts like a maze,

Etihad boys runnin' numbers, all set ablaze.

Fair play rules? Got 'em twisted in knots,

UEFA's got receipts in a million damn plots.

Fifteen years of glory on a ledger that’s shady,

Deals sweeter than tea in a pot from the 80s.

Justice creeping in while the Etihad’s loud,

The truth hits harder than a Pep-style crowd.

Under-table whispers, masked by trophies and cheers,

But now the boardroom's sweatin', dryin' rivers of tears.

Accounts lookin' magic but not the midfield flair,

115 breaches, who's gon' play fair?

From Aguero’s buzzer to Haaland’s shine gleam,

Dreams built on charts, funded streams unseen.

But the court ain’t dazzled by a keeper's clean sheet,

They read through the script, now the plot incomplete.

Fifteen years of glory on a ledger that’s shady,

Deals sweeter than tea in a pot from the 80s.

Justice creeping in while the Etihad’s loud,

The truth hits harder than a Pep-style crowd.