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 f**in'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 f**in' dead Hooligans Heaven