Our City

In our city you can see sound Our city's never had a tube, but always had an underground Our city's a master class of past masters Unsurpassed in the art of Choons  spelt with a c h Our city's always led the way, so technically we're never late Our city can be outshone, but never outdone. Our city's billed as number 2 but knows it's number 1 When visiting, be sure to pack correctly for your stay Our city has been known to have four seasons in one day You see our city likes a raincloud, but our city isn't bleak Ian Brown says all our city's missing   Is a beach In our city there's a preacher man in every indie club His emblem is a bee and his true calling is a buzz He says that Heaven's a loop of the 1989 summer of love He'll tell you tales of angels wearing baggy jeans and happy hoods But Manchester knows angels wear   Nurse uniforms and scrubs You see, our city speaks in actions Our city rallies round 50 thousand danced, defiant in our city's cricket ground And who didn't shed a tear (Or ten)   As the cameras scanned the crowd   And then the faces of those kids in rapture   Signs held high proclaiming love  Not hate, not anger Their choked back tears and hopeful laughter Grande's grand and heartfelt gesture It felt like it did lasting good 50 Thousand beaming faces Beamed to over 100 million places A message that will long resound On giant screens in fearless sound The Mancs have put a marker down You won't divide and conquer us   We're not that kind of town It's simple   Our city does do   Bez dancing   Talking to strangers   The art of sarcasm   And pioneers. Our city doesn't do   Taking itself too seriously   Vitamin d   Hatred   Division Or fear As Anthony H Wilson said when asked about his peers This is Manchester We do things differently here