Then away back to their slums,
The gypos did run,
They could not wait for what was instore,
His sister waiting by the door.
5 minutes later he was satisfied,
Still missing something though,
'Where the f*ck is it?' he cried.
He eventually found the vain he'd been lookin',
Heated the spoon, then got injectin',
Went back to the caravan when he was done,
Asked his sister for another one..
Now he's in bed dreaming of their finest hour,
Yeah, the C*unty f*cked us over,
But lets not be sour.
There's always the next game,
To get revenge on that shower,
We'll take ya's in Dingwall,
F*ck you're Jailend!!
7th November, Roll on that weekend.
Carefree.