Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I woke up in a Soho
As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile from the bite of the wind Watched the fresh fall of snow I knew then that
Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don't need to fight to prove I'm right I don't need to be forgiven Don't
I'd gladly lose me to find you Gladly give up all I had To find you I'd suffer anything And be glad I'd pay any price just to get you Work all my life
Vagabonds don't fall in love They just wheel and they deal So if I turn a funny color when you kiss me I can't help the way that I feel Hooligans don
're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday I'm on a holiday, hooligan's I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah Cross eyed
We're on a holiday Hooligan's holiday I'm on a holiday, hooligan's I gotta get away Hooligan's holiday We're on a holiday, hooligan's Cross-eyed derelicts
Them boys are hooligans They roll like hooligans Them boys are hooligans You dont wanna start it tonight I said you dont wanna start it tonight
? Hooligan I am a hooligan To promote my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces Hooligan I am a hooligan First I punch, then there's the papers headline Hooligan
dag van sport iedere trein trap ik aan.... Gort! Hooligan, ik ben een hooligan Om mijn damclub te promoten Sla ik alles naar de klote Hooligan, ik ben een hooligan
tender hooligan, hooligan He said that he'd never, never do it again And of course he won't, oh, not until the next time He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
You were under the impression That when you were walking forward You'd end up further onward But things ain't quite that simple You got altered information
Why should I care? Why should I care? Girls of fifteen Sexually knowing The ushers are sniffing Eau-de-cologning The seats are seductive Celibate sitting
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated, to be fated To telling only
Mama's got a squeeze box she wears on her chest And when daddy comes home, he never gets no rest 'Cause she's playing all night, and the music's all
When you hear this sound a comin', hear the drummers drumming I want you to join together with the band We don't move in any 'ticular direction and we
in my fancy footwear as I go wrecking and stealing around Tiananmen Square I'm a Peking hooligan I'm a social problem I'm a Peking hooligan I just
and white, who are portrayed without bias. These are the people whose voice I want to be..." i said the hooligans! Rancid. Rudeboys! Rancid. Hooligans! Rancid. Rudeboys! Rancid. Well all the hooligans