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