Three boys working on a slave gangnChained in the cottage at nightnKilled the overseer, broke down the doornNow they gonna shoot us on sightnNight time sticking to the 'B' roadsnHiding from the men with the gunsnHitting the ditchesnEverytime somebody comesnnEvery single house has been lootednEvery single city's been burnednEvery can of food has been openednEvery single stone has been turnednFound this Parka on a deadmannJamie got a couple of knivesnCountryside crawling with maniacsnYou gotta survivennCarrion crows on the motorwaynOld woman dying of the plaguenShe cried 'put me out of my misery'nCharlie had to give her his bladenStreets full of slavers on the rampagenWild boys running by the scorenWeeks without eatingnCan't carry on anymore