Cruising in the streets, it's Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It's gonna go down, one way or another
You'll be many and we'll be few But we're harder and meaner than all of you We're scarred and bloody and will never stop And we're heading straight for the fucking top
Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab 'Cause tonight we fight
The street's our arena, the gutter is our stage We're coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks
A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you're not approved We'll use excessive force to get you removed
People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you'll know for a fact when we're coming to town The Geneva Convention won't be aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
