Three strokes to midnight

six grins on the ground

they brandish their trades

they strike without sound

 

Do not berate them

if you value your life

One look and you're done

by pistol or knife

 

These children do play

a dangerous game

They’re born from disease

these kids will not tame

 

Abandoned by hope

united by need

Thieves hold more honor

with their laws and their creed

 

The trick to pick ‘em

do not trust your sight

They already bested

you darling, goodnight