Secret Army - Top Boys lyrics

All the week has been a sticking hell and this Saturday we're playing away Meeting at the bar at a Friday night You and your friends have a good ole time You're frustrated, angry and young There's no reason that can explain your acts. Now that bubble inside your head Tomorrow those ba*tards are gonna pay. We're going to your town, your worst nightmare coming in a coach. And we don't give a f** We're going to kick your a** tonight. MHH Top Boys BF Top Boys MDZ Top Boys BCN Top Boys Redemption through a punch in the face is a small price for the glory you get Don't know this place, I'll look after those pricks drinking, running, throwing bricks. While at the weekend citizen lamb sleeps we're the wolfpack that possesses the streets. Monday get back to work, they'll see our names on the city walls.