Those bloody bastards

Those bloody bastards that just passed by us,
I know all of them, from the first to the last.
They all seemed peaceful, so serene and demure,
Until they get behind you, they reveal their lure.

Those bloody bastards are sneaky as hell,
You won't know what hit you, neither can you tell.
They would stab people in the back, both friends and enemies,
Leaving nothing but destruction, and their shouts of glee.

Those bloody bastards seem to have the law in their hands,
Infringing our ideas, and taking a few hundred grands.
They live in a lap of luxury, never knowing 'poor',
yet they steal from the beggared, claiming that is the cure.

Those bloody bastards,
Oh, how delightfully similar they are to me.