Hard Stuff Lyrics

Hard Skin Hard Stuff

Whose that geezer - sitting over there
Whose that prick - says he don't care
Whose that wanker - can't take his beer
Don't know what you're doing here?

Whose that arsehole - says he had trials
Whose that nonce - can spot him from mils
Who's that f..cker - not a part of the lads
Don't go to the match he says we're sad

We go fighting every night
Says he goes pulling he talks shite
We say f..ck that
Just give us a swig of the hard stuff

We are the geezers standing at the bar
We are the sharp ones - look at my car
We are the bastards and that is that
What the f..ck you looking at??

We are the firm - we're f..cking hard stuff
We own the manor - we're f..cking hard stuff
We go pulling - we get the muff
Come and 'ave a go if you think you're hard enough