You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against the wall
They're up there clutching their guns and
It makes you feel real small
So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles
Broken gla**
But it all ends up with handcuffs on you hands
You run around and spray paint
Graffiti on everybody's wall
You think that's b**hin man
That ain't nothing at all!
So you can cuss,spit,throw bottles
Broken gla**
But it ends up with a swift kick to your a**