Stay cold

Watford town has gone and fuc*** let us down
We don't know the cunts who fuc*** 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 fuc*** 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 fuc*** thief
Back to square one
But we won't fuc*** come undone
And now we're on the prowl
This pack of wolves will hunt you down