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
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