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[Verse 1] We got up early to get to the match We smash and trash the first train that we catch We seen a pub and we knocked a few back We did the landlord right there on the mat All twelve of us, well we seen this lad We were really pleased but he wasn't too glad I walked right to him, said "You could use a shave" And introduced him to my Wilkinson blade I took a grip, had to suck in real hard Followed through with our firm's calling card Then we did a runner cos he had some mates And three against twelve doesn't sound too great Into the toilet, marker pens at ready The crippled attendant tried to come on really heavy That was too bad, another guy got hurt But never mind, it's all in a day's work [Chorus] Don't care if we lose, don't care if we win Don't care if we sink, don't care if we swim Don't care if we lose, don't care if we win Cos YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD KICKED IN! Letras de canciones[Break] (You're gonna get your fuckin' head kicked in) (You're gonna get your fuckin' head kicked in) (Yeah, twat him. Kick his fuckin' head in! Scouse bastard) [Repeat chorus] [Verse 2] 1-0, into the first five minutes If he looks at me again I'll kill 'im I don't think he'd be smilin' like that With his teeth knocked out with a baseball bat It's a pity I couldn't smuggle one in But the security's good these days It's a good job they didn't check me back pocket Cos they'd've found my blade 1-0, what the hells up with 'em? They should hammer these Krauts Kick 'em in the bollocks and have done with I ain't doin' for nowt I came to watch a soccer match Not fairies dancin' I think I'll just liven things up And give someone's face a good stampin' [Repeat chorus] From Letras Mania