They looked at my postcode
They asked me to speak
It was then I decide my prospects were bleak
Well it may be through gooks rule
It may be through God
One day there's gonna be
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the bell tower
And blood on the quad
They've been punting on the Backs
They've drunk a crate of Becks
Smashed the punts up with an axe
Now they're going to drop their kecks
Well they say not to spoil them by sparing the rod
You'll know I complied when there's
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the bell tower
And blood on the quad
Can you hear Talvin Singh
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the bell tower
And blood on the quad
It sounds like a class rant but it's really because
I am the landlord of the pub that gets the cemetary
trade
Blood on the quad
Blood on the quad
Me in the bell tower
And blood on the quad