Sitting
in the back of a pink van
With the handcuffs on my wrists
Looks like it's gonna be a
long weekend
Thanks to these bloody fists
After the match we went along
To the ding dong that was planned
Someone called the Old Bill
And it all got out of hand
It's tribal!
Gotta do the right thing,
gotta do the right thing
Protect like vermin
It's tribal!
Gotta do the right thing,
gotta do the right thing
When we come out to play
When we come out to play
When we come out to play
Nothing beats the feeling
Of being their number one
Toe to toe we fear no foe
My fists are loaded guns
They can try and stop us
By banning us from grounds
But they'll never stop the fighting
In the backstreets in the town
It's tribal!
Gotta do the right thing,
gotta do the right thing
Protect like vermin
It's tribal!
Gotta do the right thing,
gotta do the right thing
When we come out to play
When we come out to play
When we come out to play
I sentence you to fifteen years
You're a menace to society
The city streets
will be a safer place
When you're safely locked away
It's tribal!
Gotta do the right thing,
got ta do the right thing
Protect like vermin
It's tribal!
Gotta do the right thing,
gotta do the right thing
When we come out to play
When we come out to play
When we come out to play
It's tribal! It's tribal!
It's tribal! It's tribal!
When we come out to play
It's tribal! It's tribal!
It's tribal! It's tribal!
When we come out to play