That nothing can save his soul.
He doesnÂ´t give a damn about anything.
Just football, drinks and RockÂ´n Roll.
But he ainÂ´t nothing special.
He is just like the rest of his mates.
Fighting for his colors and getting in trouble.
From time to time a guest of the state.
Another Saturday afternoon.
He has gotta hurry to the square.
Just a few hours to go.
And all the lads are already there.
WeÂ´re walking forwards to the station.
And the boys are ready to go.
Soon the train will be coming in.
WeÂ´re gonna have a fuckinÂ´go.
10 to 2, ItÂ´s gonna go Oi!
A stab, a cry, another life is lost.
20 years old, a good future ahead.
Five minutes later heÂ´s fuckin' dead.
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"Hooligans Heaven" as written by Eric Kusters Carlo Geerlings
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