Hardy's Boys
I've
been nicked by Hardy's boys, they claim that they are knights.
They
go around policing folk and take away their rights.
They
never use their manners, they just come barging in.
And
if they think you’re guilty, don't matter where you've been.
They'll
lock you in a gaol cell and pretend they've lost the key.
And
you might not believe it, but it all happened to me.
An
innocent man framed as a thief and locked away for weeks.
I
stood before the judges and was released back to the streets.
But
before that I was tortured, and whipped, and beat and hit.
And
though I cried for mercy, the bastards never quit.
They
threw me from their prison, bruised and half alive.
I
was close to death for ages, it's a miracle I survived.
Now
I stand before you, a warning to all and one.
If
you're nicked by Hardy's boys, take the chance and run.
They're
mean, they're nasty they're unrelenting,
They're
wicked, greedy, hard and tormenting.
They
ought to be arrested, for their cunning little stunts,
Those
dirty, rotten, wretched, despicable c---
By J. Barrett
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