Watford town has gone and fucking let us down
We don't know the cunts who fucked us at the
show
Our shit is gone and it ain't coming
back
Five good men go broke while the rats
get fat
We don't care if you're a boxer
Or if you're dads a heavyweight
We don't
even fucking measure up
But we'll fight you
if thats what it will take
Someone
said a grand don't come for free
Apparently
it does when you're a fucking thief
Back to
square one
But we won't fucking come
undone
And now we're on the prowl
This pack of wolves will hunt you down