Ewan SloanYeah…
Welcome to Brum.
Steel hearts, cold nights, loud lungs —
But we keep marchin'.
Let’s go
From the Bullring to the council flats,
Where the rain hits hard and the dreams f***t back,
We built this town on sweat and steel,
No silver spoons, just iron will.
Canals run deep like the pride in the streets,
Voices raw over breakbeat beats,
Spit truth from Digbeth to Small Heath,
We ain't flashy — we’re concrete beneath.
We got Brum b***d runnin’ through our veins,
Through the f***t, through the fire, through the strain,
Raise your hands for the blue and white name,
Birmingham forever — this city's untamed!
Back in the day, it was Ozzy and steel mills,
Now it's kids with a dream and unpaid bills,
But the soul don’t break — it just bends and strikes,
Writing legends under dim street lights.
Concrete jungle with a heart that roars,
Every estate got a hundred chords,
From grime to metal, from punk to dub,
Brum don’t follow — we rise above
We got Brum b***d runnin’ through our veins,
Through the f***t, through the fire, through the strain,
Raise your hands for the blue and white name,
Birmingham forever — this city's untamed!
No kings, no crowns — just graf on walls,
No throne, just stages and football calls,
But when you're born in the second city,
You f***t twice as hard, and you do it gritty
Oi! Oi! Brum town rise!
Hands in the sky for the city that survives!
Oi! Oi! Brum town rise!
We don’t quit — we multiply!
We got Brum b***d runnin’ through our veins,
Through the f***t, through the fire, through the strain,
Raise your voice like a midnight train,
Birmingham forever — we burn, we remain!
Second city?
Nah. First in heart.
Brum 'til we fall