Running with the wind in my hood,
gonna cause a stir tonight
gonna start a fight tonight.
Running with the boys who bristle like branches on wind-stricken trees
and leap at the chance of a knuckle to nose situation
keep your eyes down.
But what you gonna do when there's no-one left to hit?
When there's no more lips to split?
You'll have nothing to say.
What you gonna go when there's no more wrongs to right?
If you're the last one standing tonight what are you gonna say?
What are you gonna say?
Carving up the streets in my shoes,
gonna know my name tonight
gonna feel my pain tonight.
Running with the boys who sharpen and shimmer
like water to boil, like petrol to simmer
you can't talk with your fists when someone's holding your hands.
But what you gonna do when there's no-one left to hit?
When there's no more lips to split, you'll have nothing to say.
What you gonna do when there's no more wrongs to right?
If you're the last one standing tonight
What are you gonna say
What are you gonna say
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