Found At The Playground

Relatives in crime

hanging out at the mall

Nothing useful to do

wasting time with pity crimes

Bored as hell

they got each other nothing to tell

A youngster came across

Assumed to be popular but that's his loss

Annoying these bastard cousins

"come here lad, we want to play with you"

and they took him to a remote construction place

Arriving there the little kid asked them

What game are we going to play

On their faces appeared a nasty grin

They said " It's called the long last molest

And you are not going to like it!"

Fist in face

Swollen black eyes

Hit him again

Brutal force applies

Limping away like a Sod

Kicked in the gut

Staggering on irons for reinforcement

Forcing him to shovel cement

Face down on the concrete

triggering a gushing nosebleed

Trailing over the sharp floors

Dazzed stumbling on all fours

Cut up shirt torn from his body

chafing, cutting and bruised

Until roastbeeflike raw and bloody

now the thugs are amused

Set up to be stamped down on a nail ridden board

the little bugger held fast on the rusted bent spikes

Choking on a carelessly discarded piece of cord

semi-suffocated, laughter accompanies his mercy cries

[Backing vocals by Marijn]