Westham United

Now I'm finally full of options
Way stronger and dismal

They found him dancin' on the East End
A missing tooth 'cause he smiled on a hooligan
Threats will trouble them
Stacks ‘g-g-g-gainst the b-b-bodies man

This is the game
Where the hand is our friend
We all look the same
Running around
On the skin of our heads
With jackets and pins

Now I'm finally full of options
So stronger and dismal

I found a sow and ripped its head off
I'd like to spin around a rock just to fuck off
Trash will travel down
Smash 'g-g-g-gainst the b-b-bodies man

This is the game
Where the hand is our friend
We all look the same
Swear up and down
By the skin of our heads
With jackets and pins

Get soft to the front
Get soft to the front
Get soft to the front
Get soft to the front

Who's laughing now when you're picking teeth up off the ground?
Sorry about the cow but we were younger

And all the punks around are getting older
And all the Docs are gone, I guess you sold them
Every punk I know is hanging on still
And all the hair is growing out slower