Weirdoz - Oxymoron

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