*Fans* who love to fight, exchanging glances
Wand’ring who they’ll fight
What are the chances they’d be sharing blows
Before the match was through

Something in that chant was so inciting
Cheering THEM ain’t right you’ll get a beating
Voices in their head
Told them they must get you

*Fans* who love to fight, a lonely braincell
Just morons who ain’t so bright
Up to the moment
When they said oy shut yer hole
That weren’t no f**king goal
A fight was just a goal away
Don’t care if they’re home or away… and

Ever since that fight, they’re joined together
Trouble at first sight, morons forever
Don’t care that it’s not right
For morons who love to fight