THE HARD MEN

In the wild bad lands of England
Where the law is our own
We'll cause such a bloody riot
You'll be trembling in your homes
We'll lie in wait to ambush you
In an alley that's our lair
Whichever town you go to
You will always find us there

We've never tasted whisky
Just lager and red wine
But by Christ we can't half knock 'em back
When it comes to judgement time
We'll take you on at drinking
And if you lose we'll skin your hide
Then you'll say we're the hardest gang in town
And we'll go home drunk with pride

We'll leave our calling card
If you're passing by our way
If you're looking for a fight
We can lick you any day
We'll take you for a drink
Just make sure you can pay
We're the hard men

We know you've worked hard all your life
But we couldn't give a damn
Because we're all just lazy bastards
As I'm sure you'll understand
And don't you be misled
By our deceptive words of grace
Because there's nothing we'd like more
Than to smash a bottle in your face

We'll leave our calling card
If you're passing by our way
If you're looking for a fight
We can lick you any day
We'll take you for a drink
Just make sure you can pay
We're the hard men

There's always at least ten of us
Just for company you see
The sticks and stones we carry
Are just our imagery
The long knives in our pockets
Are just for carving meat
But human flesh is favoured
If it's helpless in the street

We'll leave our calling card
If you're passing by our way
If you're looking for a fight
We can lick you any day
We'll take you for a drink
Just make sure you can pay
We're the hard men

We're meaner than Clint Eastwood
And we're tougher than John Wayne
We hate you if you're better than us
We're all the fucking same
We're like an evil disease
Spreading through the land
We have the Devil in us
And his will is our command

We'll leave our calling card
If you're passing by our way
If you're looking for a fight
We can lick you any day
We'll take you for a drink
Just make sure you can pay
We're the hard men

(Gary Miller)