We Are The Midnight Runners

We the midnight runners, shadows on the rock. Counting satchet charges,

turning keys in the lock. We the midnight runners, taking what you

made. Turning your hard labor to a profit, we get paid. Hear the beep,

beep, beep, then the whole world goes kaboom. Sweep the rooms

in the gloom, hear your loot sing its tune. We the midnight runners,

better hope we pass you by. All your storages get dried by the morning sky.