Kids are playing gangster wars They dont believe in Santa Claus The baseball bats are soft of course The blood is just tomato sauce As icebergs go, its just the tip The start of the apprenticeship A short, sharp Glasgow, kiss me quick Karate chop and Kung fu kick 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 Dont open the door dont talk to strangers Youve not met before Your guardian angel will watch over you If your guardian angel has got nothing to do In space no one can hear you scream Because no ones really listening Saint Peters got his gates to clean And Gods too busy saving queens To ever get down off the fence And give the meek their inheritance So its only common sense To get yourself some selfdefense Dont open the door dont talk to strangers Youve not met before Your guardian angel will watch over you If your guardian angel has got nothing to do Dont open the door dont talk to strangers Youve not met before Your guardian angel will watch over you If your guardian angel has got nothing to do And so we leave this nursery rhyme This grizzly gruesome pantomime From the cradle to a life of crime and back again And now its time to say goodbye
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