All their lives people expected them to do bad
They were going to blow up the neighbor's barn
And refused to set him on fire
They were evil, evil, evil children
And they refused to do as they were told
There was no way in hell
Then they took him home
The elderly woman in the expressway?
No way, we're not doing it"
They would say, "Why should we leave
Then they would go downstairs
Knowing full well that when they were finished
They were evil, evil, evil children
And prepare the Molotov cocktails