The End
Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 8:16 pm
State Of Origin Three
Can you hear that distant rumble
It’s slowly building to a roar
Feel the passion and emotion
It will thrill you to the core.
This is it, the time has come
Our team will rise above the pack
The battle lines are set in stone
There can be no turning back.
The blues are primed and ready
They feel their time is drawing near
But when you gaze into their eyes
You see a look of utter fear.
They know their task is futile
As they face this deadly dark
They fear the history and the passion
Of Queenslands own Lang Park.
Their hands will shake and tremble
And their skin will start to crawl
Their legs will slowly turn to jelly
As they hear that Queensland call.
Tricky Ricky thinks they’ve found it
But it’s just like the Holy Grail.
When we put their ticker to the test
Their plan is sure to fail.
For the warriors have gatherer
And it’s a beast the Blues can’t tame
They will take the field with honour
For Darren Lockyers final game.
For the passion that we play with
Is a trait they love to hate.
And they just cannot duplicate
The pride we have in this great state.
There will be no quarter given
And the division’s neat and clean.
You’re either with us or against us
There can be no in between.
Six in a row will be a dynasty
A Blue nightmare, not a dream
The best that New South Wales can offer
Slaughtered by Queenslands champion team.
Queenslander
Can you hear that distant rumble
It’s slowly building to a roar
Feel the passion and emotion
It will thrill you to the core.
This is it, the time has come
Our team will rise above the pack
The battle lines are set in stone
There can be no turning back.
The blues are primed and ready
They feel their time is drawing near
But when you gaze into their eyes
You see a look of utter fear.
They know their task is futile
As they face this deadly dark
They fear the history and the passion
Of Queenslands own Lang Park.
Their hands will shake and tremble
And their skin will start to crawl
Their legs will slowly turn to jelly
As they hear that Queensland call.
Tricky Ricky thinks they’ve found it
But it’s just like the Holy Grail.
When we put their ticker to the test
Their plan is sure to fail.
For the warriors have gatherer
And it’s a beast the Blues can’t tame
They will take the field with honour
For Darren Lockyers final game.
For the passion that we play with
Is a trait they love to hate.
And they just cannot duplicate
The pride we have in this great state.
There will be no quarter given
And the division’s neat and clean.
You’re either with us or against us
There can be no in between.
Six in a row will be a dynasty
A Blue nightmare, not a dream
The best that New South Wales can offer
Slaughtered by Queenslands champion team.
Queenslander