In the city I've been told, on the streets their hearts gone cold See the look on their face, sign of aggression mixed with hate In the gutter they feel pride, its their home they will not hide choose the words that you speak, there's no pity on the streets
Switchblade Kids Die Honor
Death or glory is what they say, no regard for lifes' their way reckless youth it is no lie, and your not scared to die Face to face with hostility, a path that follows agony Hate and anger, seeing red, and you'll be left for dead.