What do yo think to look at this stage,
Recognise, we run the place.
Bootboy ska, fucked up brass.
Shove the attitude up your arse!
Think real hard and watch this space.
Thirty raw knuckles in your face.
On the floor, looking up,
Six more feet in your gut!
Oi! it's The Filaments
Feeling sad cos you'll get more.
Better not cross us,
We're our own law.
We're the horn backed skanking army.
Join or fight us, we're the party!
Have a beer, have a laugh.
Have an attitude, let's get rough.
We're the Filaments through and through!
Keep on fighting what ever we do!