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