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Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry bout the balls that Im crushing on you
Im a sports fan, Im above the law
And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw
Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball
Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all
But thats not true cos I can count to four
And Im moaning with a baseball bat in my private war
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!
Theres nothing I wouldnt do as a hooligan
Im a lobotomized I dont have to think
A Molotov c*cktail is my kind of drink
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist