You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against that wall
They're up there clutchin' their guns, man
And it makes you feel real small
So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles, broken gla**
But it all ends with hand cuffs on your hands
You run around and spray paint graffiti on people's walls
You think that's b**hin, man?
That ain't nothin' at all
So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles, broken gla**
But it ends with a swift kick to your a**
You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against the wall