Kids are playing gangster wars\\
They don't believe in Santa Claus\\
The baseball bats are soft of course\\
The blood is just tomato sauce\\
As icebergs go it's just the tip\\
The start of the apprenticeship\\
A short sharp Glasgow kiss me quick\\
Karate chop and Kung Fu kick\\
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And in the wings the grannies wait\\
doing things that grannies hate\\
Queuing to accumulate\\
A pittance from the welfare state\\
Then back home on a forty four\\
Put the chain on, lock the door\\
Cross another five bar gate\\
Sit and wait\\
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Don't open the door\\
Don't talk to strangers\\
You've not met before\\
Your guardian angel\\
Will watch over you\\
If your guardian angel\\
Has got nothing to do\\
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In space no one can hear you scream\\
Because no one's really listening\\
Saint Peter's got his gates to clean\\
And God's too busy saving queens\\
To ever get down off the fence\\
And give the meek their inheritance\\
So it's only common sense\\
To get yourself some self defence\\
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Don't open the door\\
Don't talk to strangers\\
You've not met before\\
Your guardian angel\\
Will watch over you\\
If your guardian angel\\
Has got nothing to do\\
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And so we leave this nusery rhyme\\
This grizzly gruesome pantomime\\
From the cradle to a life of crime\\
And back again\\
And now it's time\\
To say goodbye\\