G.b.h. - Crush 'em

Send in the goon sqaud
It's getting out of hand
They're marching all over
Our Promised land
They've got dogs on bits of rope
And bits of rope for hair
I've seen them on the corner
Drinking flat cider

They're raved out right on fortunate sons
a hooligan element spoils it for the genious ones
You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, You've gotta crush em like ants

So wheres your home now
And wheres your pride
You've liberated nothing
But we're still on your side
David meets goliath
For another round
Black flags are flying
Theres bodies on the ground

They're raved out right on fortunate sons