Hooligans

The Oppressed

Compositor: The Oppressed

Oh we're the people that you hate,
The underclass that you create,
The hooligans out on your street,
Thugs you pray you'll never meet, it's true.

Oh we're the violence in your town,
The riot that you can't put down,
The hooligans that you call scum,
The ones who never ever run from you.

We're the Hooligans... we're the ones you've always hated
We're the Hooligans... we're the drugs that you've created
We're the Hooligans... we're the people you call scum
We're the Hooligans... we're the ones who never run from
you!