Hooligans Heaven - Discipline

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