You have no soul you have no heart You'd chase an animal to see it torn apart Blood junky you're full of shit You want a kicking? you'll fuckin' get it Sick perverts dressed in red We won't rest until your "sport" is dead Sick bastards dressed in red We won't rest until your sort is dead A child's face is smeared with blood A torn corpse is lying in the mud This your tradition is fuckin' sick We're gonna stop you, you fuckin' inbred prick Sick perverts dressed in red We won't rest until your "sport" is dead Sick bastards dressed in red We won't rest until your sort is dead Sab is ridden down by rich toff Masonic handshake soon gets him off We won't sit back and take this shit Into the field and put an end to it "The saboteurs, in my opinion. They are a very good example of their name they are saboteurs - And I quite accept everybody's right to their opinion and to demonstrate - but to actually endanger and harass and throw stones and threaten and use abusive language - that has to be stopped." So sab the hunt you know you should 'Cos don'r forget! They'd hunt us if they could We'll take their thugs, put 'em in the ditch We'll save the fox and then we'll hunt the rich HUNT THE RICH! "We don't make demands of the rich. We just want to get rid of the bastards right?"