A bunch of thugs' approaching
  You're molested for no reason
  With faces looking angry
  You're beaten till submission
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  You're kicked in the head
  You're better off fucking dead
  Oh - endless trouble
  They ain't gonna rest until the job is done
  Six to one truly tough, you scum
    Weirdoz Go Home
  that is all you hear them shout
  Weirdoz Go Home
  you can hear them jeer aloud
    Finally it's all over
  Smeared with blood in the mirror
  You've been out for pleasure
  But they were out for terror (and that was bad luck)
    We'll come back, wait and see
  Rest assured you'll be screwed one day
  We'll corne back, ready and mean
  And we'll stomp on your face