A blur, a rush of blood
Our countries name in the mud
Wear that tattoo with Pride
An army of comrades side by side
Fighting under a banner of hate
Using football as bait
A nation of thugs
A broken bottles, barmaids jugs
Who gives a toss?
Replace the ST Georges Cross
With a battle cry
People will get hurt, some may die
Endless fighting
A passion for rioting
Footballs the excuse
To fuel the abuse
It never ends
Having fights every weekend
From moss side hoodies to the Oxford toff
You’re all there when it kicks off
I have seen it rain chairs
All or nothing in those stares
The English army
Is a full on Tusamai
How can you appear so proud?
When you’re a no one outside the crowd
You play a different sport
We know what you support
There are no winners
In your game of sinners
Not content in your boring jobs
Is no excuse to be a knob
We don’t need your kind
Find another flag to hide behind
You represent scum in that shirt
Pissed on the floor, 3 lions in the dirt!
