“Stand and
deliver, the money or your life!” the highwaymen used to cry.
And they’d
only take your life if you dared to defy
Refuse to
hand over and you were a goner
But part
with your possessions and their word was honour
They
targeted the rich and they only sought to rob
Not like
today’s lot
Despicable
yobs
Crime pays
more than a full time job
No remorse
and no concept of honour
“It was the
thrill of the kill and the power, Your Honour.”
Words that
sicken
Words that
chill
We’ve had
enough
We’ve had
our fill
It’s time
for justice and laws we once held dear
We cannot
live life in absolute fear
The answer
to the problem lies with you
Do we keep
on pussyfooting or do we go kangaroo ?
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