Kids standing in the streets
|
Angry faces and weapons on their feet
|
Broken step broken bottles on the ground
|
Tension's thick you can feel it all around
|
|
A bottle flies someone falls to the ground
|
There's a pool of blood and there's fighting all around
|
Blood runs hot and no one asks why
|
Runs like the respect that they always get denied
|
Dead end boys they push out to keep us down
|
So we stick together so we don't get pushed around
|
Dead end boys you say but what'd you expect
|
At the bottom of the ladder you take what you can get
|
Standing by each other's the way it's got to be
|
Not turning on your brothers like the ones we always see
|
No knife in your back every time your back is turned
|
What you give you get, get respect and don't get burned
|
The papers show the hatred but not the fire in our eyes
|
Show the violence in the streets but don't ask why
|
We'll take their lies take their abuse and we deal with it all
|
Cause at the end of the day we still stand tall
|
|
Dead end boys in the streets
|
Dead end boys weapons on their feet
|
Dead end boys won't keep us down
|
Dead end boys won't push us down
|
|
-----------------
|
Dead End Boys
|
The Bruisers |