Lars Frederiksen and The Bastards - The Kids Are Quiet On Sharmon Palms lyrics

[Chorus:] YOU CAN'T BREAK, ME DOWN YOU CAN'T BREAK, CAN'T BREAK ME DOWN YOU CAN'T BREAK, ME DOWN YOU CAN'T BREAK (nah nah nah nah nah nah) CAN'T BREAK ME DOWN sun sets on the west side, palm trees block the moon renegades with switchblades, the end is coming soon over the car in shackles, breath stinks of napalm itchy trigger finger and i'm reaching for his gun [Chorus] baseball bats swinging, shotguns cut through wood boys are coming up, we run my neighborhood it's time to meet your maker, i'm no messenger of god these kids ain't quiet, these kids on sharmon palms [Chorus] "you better watch yourself, it's getting hot around here, you better look over your shoulder man....YEAH!" welfare checks are coming, only way to survive c**aine reps are running, now you gotta stay alive son you've been mistaken, this is not where you belong i looked at him right in his eye and said- that's where your f**ing wrong! [Chorus]