Steaming engine, secret station Gangsters’ hideaway Loading cargo, precious cargo Freight of giggle juice Crate by crate Due for sale by morning Car by car Crew is packing heat Old rattler in the night Headlights piercing darkness There's no fear of rival gangs As beach and trees roll by Old rattler in the night Headlights piercing darkness Could they guess that engine cabin's Packed with dynamite? Bombs go off Mobsters fall like bowling pins Green skins hop From every hole and bin Goblin mob Opt for twelve gauge fire mayhem Human chops Aren't exactly gunmen Aren't exactly fighters Aren't exactly rivals anymore Hooch crates Key to dough and dolls Hereby Lights the star of goblin mob