Come from greed you are just what we need
A striker for our barren hand
Oh, eyes wide like a child in the form of man
You've got bad knees but the goal you see
The curse of the premier league
Don't play too hard your knees are china in your hand
Don't run too fast, because you may break in two
And you can't help then
You don't know what you might have set upon yourself
China in your hand
Whoa, your hand
Your hand