Did we do enough to stop the crush?
A crowd of people died.
Helpless against the iron fence,
Caged behind blue police lines.
The tunnel pushed,
Kids cried out,
Hands reached down but couldn't save,
Those that fell beneath the mass,
Sandwiched tight,
Arms locked off, breathless.
Grobelaar cried,
Beardsley's shot,
The goal that never was,
Did we do enough to stop the crush?
A crowd of people died.
No more the cup,
No more the rush.
New songs were wrote,
Sad songs of loss and death,
A crowd of people died,
Helpless,
Please stop.
