Standing on the terraces hands in the air All the old biz just stand and stare They don't realize we're loyal ones All they know is the use of guns
Batons crashing on boney skulls See the blood spurt hear their yells I don't care cos' I'm a true Brit I don't have to take this kind of shit
Riot squad, riot squad They call us the British sods Riot sqad, riot squad They call us the British sods Don't they realize we're not fools Don't they know that Britain rules Riot squad, riot squad They call us the British sods
They lead us out of the ground Trouble ahead I'll be bound Attacking all the innocent fans And packing us like sardines into their vansTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
