Secret Army - Top Boys текст песни

All the week has been a sticking hell
and this Saturday we're playing away
Meeting at the bar at a Friday night
You and your friends have a good ole time

You're frustrated, angry and young
There's no reason that can explain your acts.
Now that bubble inside your head
Tomorrow those bastards are gonna pay.

We're going to your town,
your worst nightmare coming in a coach.
And we don't give a fuck
We're going to kick your ass tonight.

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Redemption through a punch in the face
is a small price for the glory you get
Don't know this place, I'll look after those pricks
drinking, running, throwing bricks.

While at the weekend citizen lamb sleeps
we're the wolfpack that possesses the streets.
Monday get back to work,
they'll see our names on the city walls.