This is our franchise, this is our team, nobody likes us let’s paint the town green
Nobody tells us, what to do. This city work hard, so we play hard too
Watch us blow up like you just lit a fuse
We’ll climb up those poles, that grease is no use
Some of us even eat horse shit to celebrate… what else can I say?
Go birds! We’ll fly high… I’ll shut my mouth, when I die
We’re all kinda crazy don’t care if you think we’re strange
Go birds! We’ll fly high… Light it up like the 4th of July
Philly, you’re crazy, promise me you’ll never change
It’s time for me now, to come clean to you. Not a sports guy to tell you the truth
I just love to see working people have a good time
There’s so much power when we flood the streets
Imagine if we went against the elites
We outnumber them it’s important to keep that in mind
We are the gears that run the machines, the blood that gives life to this city’s veins
It wouldn’t run one day without all of you and me
We run the schools, hospitals, and the bus, We don’t need the rich, it’s the rich who need us
Let those dicks fend for themselves and just leave us be
Bridge: We are a working class city
We punch nazis in the face
So let’s take the streets so those bastards see
Who really runs this place