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When night falls and all is quiet
Then come the hooligans to riot
With chains and knives and roaring scooters
Waken up the workers with noisy hooters
And prove their presence by destruction.
Their motives take no great deduction
For they enjoy the havoc they create
To their mate's they're bloody great.
Now should the Panda sirens wail
And ride these creatures off to jail
Then hero's all will be their end
To friends awaiting round the bend. |