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