Watford town has gone and f**king let us down

We don't know the cunts who f**ked 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 f**king 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 f**king thief

Back to square one
But we won't f**king come undone

And now we're on the prowl
This pack of wolves will hunt you down