You yell out in defiance

You're backed up against the wall

They're up there clutchin' their guns man

And it makes you feel real small

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles

Broken glass

But it ends up

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 up

With a swift kick to your ass

You yell out in defiance

You're backed up against the wall

They're up there clutchin' their guns

And it makes you feel real small

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles

Broken glass

But it ends up

With handcuffs on your hands