The boys at school taught us about a gangMade us join the partyMy brother and Thomas, two quiet ladsTook me along for the rideThe adventure was long, but so we believedUntil we caught up to themThey gave me a bottle, told me to drinkSaid it was coke, but was in fact pissAnd the red glove gang were never discoveredIn a sleepy little villageI wonder what those boys are doing nowAnd later on, a fire happenedDown the back of the parkOne of them came aroundGave my brother a lighterIt was green and said, * you on the sideKept it in his drawer, hid it out of sightScared that any momentWould be visited by a fussAnd the red glove gang never came out againWe never spoke to them eitherHope those boys got the fright of their lives
