Stay Cold

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