I am Your Sunshine

In this blood-thrist, everyone-envy-your-wealth, “Hunt is a c*nt, but since it’s Chelsea we’ll call it an accident” world, we can’t expect people to bring justice. All we can do is get up quickly after beaten up, and win the hell out of everyone else. You can pour all the scorn and sarcasm you want, but you can’t take our trophies, our pride and our tightly-bond, boiling hearts.

Someone said, “Now I hate chelsea but If I were a chelsea fan I would be screaming for blood.”
Yes we’re screaming for blood.