This is where the good times went

With his brains lying on the pavement

With a broken bottle in his hand

And another in his back



Do you feel alright?

Oi! Oi! Oi!

Someone's gonna die tonight

Oi! Oi! Oi!

Do you feel alright?

Oi! Oi! Oi!

The boys are out tonight



Was it something that he said?

Or his football scarf now stained red

Or the broken bottle in his hand

You will never understand