I am part of a gang who is strong;
we get into some fights as we go along.
We found lots of things and often kept them to;
Like the very nice mags that we sometimes flew through.
We are a bunch of guys who's goal is to keep the streets in line;
We have lots of homes and even a mine.
We set pranks and lots of people we lure;
We pillage the rich and give to the poor.
I am glad I have lots of these friends;
Just hope that our time does not abruptly end.