Cowards! Traitors! Run away! Oh, you enjoyed the good times, banning and fining with gay abandon. How you revelled in evil! But, oh, you run when the going gets tough. One hundred and twenty-one of you have quit the FSA in the last four months! Who will employ you now, snivelling wretches?
The FSA is going down. Where's the captain? Oh, those fucking violins! Muzak to my ears!
The FSA is going down. Where's the captain? Oh, those fucking violins! Muzak to my ears!
