Back Against The Wall

You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against the wall
They're up there clutching their guns, man
And it makes you feel real small

So cuss, spit, throw bottles
Broken glass, but it ends with handcuffs on your hands

You run around and spray paint
Graffiti on everybody's wall
You think that's bitchin man
That ain't nothing at all

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles
Broken glass, but it ends with a whip get through your ass

You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against them walls
They're up there clutching their guns, man
It makes you feel real small

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles
Broken glass, but it ends with handcuffs on your hands