Oi Polloi

You have no soul you have no heart
You'd chase an animal to see it torn apart
Blood junky you're full of shit
You want a kicking? you'll fuckin' get it
Sick perverts dressed in red
We won't rest until your "sport" is dead
Sick bastards dressed in red
We won't rest until your sort is dead
A child's face is smeared with blood
A torn corpse is lying in the mud
This your tradition is fuckin' sick
We're gonna stop you, you fuckin' inbred prick
Sick perverts dressed in red
We won't rest until your "sport" is dead
Sick bastards dressed in red