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His mom is always complaining.
That nothing can save his soul.
He doesn´t give a damn about anything.
Just football, drinks and Rock´n Roll.
But he ain´t nothing special.
He is just like the rest of his mates.
Fighting for his colors and getting in trouble.
From time to time a guest of the state.
Hooligans Heaven
Another Saturday afternoon.
He has gotta hurry to the square.
Just a few hours to go.
And all the lads are already there.
We´re walking forwards to the station.
And the boys are ready to go.
Soon the train will be coming in.
We´re gonna have a fuckin´go.
Hooligans Heaven
10 to 2, It´s gonna go Oi!
A stab, a cry, another life is lost.
20 years old, a good future ahead.
Five minutes later he´s fuckin dead.
Hooligans Heaven