Lyrics:

Drop dead beauties, stompin up a storm
Lines of hell on our face
Bruised bad apples ..crawling through the night
Busted loose..runaway!!!
Always always
Thrill without a motive
30 days just a haze
Everybody wants a piece of the action
Everybody wants some piece of the pie

Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday
I'm on a holiday.... hooligans
I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday
Where on a holiday #'#()'
Hooligans

Cross eyed derilicts coming
An iron horse between our legs
Tattoos an black manes flowin everydays
A holidayze *********
Modern times an new bloods pumpin
Only the strong survive