Standing on the terraces hands in the air 
All the old biz just stand and stare 
They don't realize we're loyal ones 
All they know is the use of guns 

Batons crashing on boney skulls 
See the blood spurt hear their yells 
I don't care cos' I'm a true Brit 
I don't have to take this kind of shit 

Riot squad, riot squad 
They call us the British sods 
Riot sqad, riot squad 
They call us the British sods 
Don't they realize we're not fools 
Don't they know that Britain rules 
Riot squad, riot squad 
They call us the British sods 

They lead us out of the ground 
Trouble ahead I'll be bound 
Attacking all the innocent fans 
And packing us like sardines into their vans
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