Arsenal Blues

[Intro] *(Sirens wail, crowd jeers, muffled chants of “North London Forever” fades into a heavy bassline)* [Verse 1] Yo, they call ’em the Gunners but where’s the fire? Trophies collecting dust, ambition’s stuck in the mire. “Trust the process,” they said—years of despair, Top of the table? Nah, they’re just decorating up there. Red shirts flashin’, but it’s all for show, Bottling leads like it’s a TikTok flow. Arteta’s tactics? More like a magic trick— Vanished when it counts, now the fans are sick. [Chorus] Arsenal, Arsenal, why you always fold? History’s a ghost, and the future’s on hold. Spend that cash, splash that cash, still can’t compete, “We’re gonna win the league”… in your dreams, you sleep. [Verse 2] Remember “Invincibles”? Now it’s *invisible* grit, Striker’s on the bench ’cause he forgot how to hit. Keeper’s got gloves but they’re full of holes, Concede in stoppage time—classic Arsenal goals. Rival fans laugh, “Check the standings, mate!” Fourth’s a trophy? Nah, that’s just second-rate. Emirates echoes with sighs, not cheers, Decades of “next year” drowned in stale beers. [Bridge] *(B**t drops to a haunting piano)* You had Henry’s grace, Wrighty’s rage, Now it’s memes and meltdowns on the Twitter stage. “North London’s red”? More like faded pink, Dreams get shredded faster than you can blink. [Outro] *(Bass fades, crowd boos morph into distant laughter)*