Went over to the village square
I heard the bikers brought despair
I heard they hit us bad as can be
They're jiving hard on violent fantasy
Oh please
On your knees

Over at the city hall
I heard the bikers burnt it all
Now the leaders wearing a suit
He's riding high on all the loot
Bad fruit
Nice boots

That roach in the jean jacket
He's running quite a racket
Those thugs in the skyscraper now
They're children playing god
Ain't it odd?

Bumming around the slaughterhouse
Wearing a shirt that's got Mickey Mouse
Got my grip on the knife
Gotta take a life to feed my lovely wife
Looks like
We lost
Big fight
Looks like we lost the big fight