Original lyrics

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A bunch of thugs' approaching You're molested for no reason With faces looking angry You're beaten till submission 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