These idiot mafia fiends
are drinking in the playground,
Great role models the kids see,
as they see them fondly find
the **** little thing called a car key.

I wait patiently
under an oak tree,
They finally move on.
I'm thinking
of a future son,
with my girlfriend.

Getting out,
is not so easily.
They'll give me,
an impossible mission.

I follow them about 1000 meters
and then I stand patiently,
and head pop all these creatures,
who mean nothing to me.