It's the end of the year<br />
I have just settled here<br />
It may not be much, but it's enough<br />
Yet trouble has sprung from the pubs and the clubs<br />
We'll see blood soon, when the night's through<br />
Still you can have it all, there's a hole in the wall<br />
Get some money and we'll show them<br />
This is our territory, this patch belongs to me<br />
Why don't they understand, but I've got a plan<br />
So take my hand.<br />
And sleep well tonight,<br />
Tomorrow we fight, would you like it in town?<br />
As the bass drums boom by<br />
We'll leave this lay-by, this excuse for a town.<br />
Now that everybody knows all about me<br />
I've been rumbled, I've been sold<br />
Born with plenty but you're left empty<br />
You can have it all, there's a hole in the wall<br />
Get some dough out and we'll show out<br />
But still trouble comes from these pubs and these<br />
Clubs<br />
Why can't they understand, but I've got a plan<br />
So take my hand<br />
And sleep well tonight.