Deifecation - Found At The Playground lyrics

Relatives in crime Hanging out at the mall Nothing useful to do Wasting time with pity crimes Bored as hell They got each other nothing to tell A youngster came across Assumed to be popular but that's his loss Annoying these ba*tard cousins "come here lad, we want to play with you" And they took him to a remote construction place Arriving there the little kid asked them What game are we going to play On their faces appeared a nasty grin They said " It's called the long last molest And you are not going to like it!" Fist in face Swollen black eyes Hit him again Brutal force applies Limping away like a Sod Kicked in the gut Staggering on irons for reinforcement Forcing him to shovel cement Face down on the concrete Triggering a gushing nosebleed Trailing over the sharp floors Dazzed stumbling on all fours Cut up shirt torn from his body Chafing, cutting and bruised Until roastbeeflike raw and bloody Now the thugs are amused Set up to be stamped down on a nail ridden board The little bugger held fast on the rusted bent spikes Choking on a carelessly discarded piece of cord Semi-suffocated, laughter accompanies his mercy cries [Backing vocals by Marijn]