Worthy of a song!

The Zeds of Malton by the Clash

When they scrape at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands protectin' your head Or on the trigger of your gun

When the zeds break in How you gonna go? Dragged out on the pavement Or waiting on death row

You can bust us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the Zeds of Malton

The pistol feels so good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell

You know we hear you crying Out under the Malton sun Your game is called surviving At the end of the harder they come

You know we accord no mercy When we catch you with a gun No need for the funeral coffin Goodbye to the Malton sun

You can bust us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the Zeds of Malton

When they scrape at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands protectin' your head Or on the trigger of your gun

You can bust us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the Zeds of Malton

Dragged out on the pavement Waiting for the death bell Your game is called surviving As in heaven as in hell

You can bust us You can shoot us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the Zeds of Malton