NOMADS V ERITH
By Chriss Snape
MOMADS MATCH REPORT V ERITH
On a dark Erith highway, cool wind in my hair, Warm smell of ralgex, rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for Jack Woodhouse
. There he farted in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself This could be heaven, or this could be Hell. Then he lit up a candle and showed us the way. There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Erith Rugby Club. Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Erith Rugby Club! Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here His mind is Tiffany-twisted, he’s got the chumbawamba bends. We’ve got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that we call friends, How they play on the rugby pitch, sweet summer sweat, Some play to remember, some play to forget .So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my team' He said, 'we have had the spirit here since nineteen o -four' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Welcome to the Combe Nomads, Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face. They living' it up at the Combe Nomads. What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis, Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice and he said, 'we are all just players here, of our own device'. And in the coach’s chambers, they gathered for the game, they play it with their steely skills, But they just can't kill the beast. Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door had to find the passage back to the place I was before 'Relax' said the bar man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.