Oppressed Run From You
Travelling away with the football crowd,
Out with the lads, feeling proud,
We're getting shit from the other lads
We're getting shit and it makes us mad
Should I go, should I stay
Should I fight or run away
I just don't know what to do
But I, won't run from you
Saturday night on the piss with the boys
Causing trouble, we're making noise
Then along come the boys in blue
And I just don't know what to do
Saturday morning it's always the same
Body full bruises, I'm in pain
I don't know just what I fought
Its always me,who gets caught
