Hooligan

Описание: Hooligan - Written by Myself and Recorded with AI Vocals and Music

Lyrics

Remember the football violence back in the 1980s seen on TV, the Match of the day specials rampaging hooligans with fucked up mentality
Margaret Thatcher called for an inquiry
Mary Whitehouse condoned the depraved
I bet those two are still spinning now decades later in their graves

Hooligans never went away, they just forced the aggression underground
Those boot boy thugs still looking for a head to pound

See your rivals at the weekend, testosterone levels fueled up on cocaine rock, they don't give a fuck about getting nicked these days winding up in the crown court dock

Those good old greeting cards, you've just met the firm with more aggression, turned you all over, and taught you a lesson

Do you remember Bex Bissell the leader of the I.C.F, he loved a good ruck at the weekend, fighting Yetti and Oboe, he would openly confess

Here you've just met are Stanley a razor down Yusef cheek, Triggers not very happy looking for a head to beat

Hooligans are not about football
Hooligans are not about following your team
Hooligans are about fucking fighting, showing the other Crews, we've the hardest there's ever been

Your gonna get your fucking head kicked in
Your gonna get your fucking head kicked in
Your gonna get your fucking head kicked in

Your going home in a fucking ambulance
Your going home in a fucking ambulance
Your going home in a fucking ambulance

Match of the day special, when's it kick off
I'm here just for the aggro, to fight rivals and fucking cops

Fuck the fucking football, that's shit means fuck all to me
I'm here because I like fucking fighting, dont need no masters degree

I like fucking hurting people it's as simple as that, a punch to the cranium with the power of a baseball bat

Hooligans in my blood
Hooligans who I am
Hooligans is my way of life
Probably because I've never felt love from my Dad or my Mam
I've never felt compassion
I've never felt someones caring side
I was brought up on the brutal fist of reality, the leather strap against my backside

My Mum and Dad were big drinkers
Like there parents before
Brought up in a world of the rod of Iron, I give you what for

Never answer back, if you know what's coming
I've Always been told that life owes you nothing

Bullied at School
Bullied into retaliation
Bullied into you've address the situation

The tables got turned and the bullied became the bully
So you wonder why I was so violent, welcome to my reality

But as the years go by you realize you can not carry on running a ruck
Reality dawn's on you and you just grow up
You have your own children and you show them compassion, stepping away from the vicious circle, stepping away from that violent aggression

The Chain as been Broken
Now I watch Football on the TV
All those wasted years being a Hooligan where did it get me.

Your gonna get your fucking head kicked in
Your gonna get your fucking head kicked in
Your gonna get your fucking head kicked in