I dreamed a dream in time gone by
Before “The Drive”
Before “The Fumble”
I dreamed the Browns never left town
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and a Browns fan
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

They look like they just watched their husband/father shot in front of them. Which i assume is what it is like going to a Browns game.

Les Misérables de Cleveland here will never get old. Never.