Back Against The Wall

You yev out in defiance

You're backed up against the wall

They're up there clutching their guns, man

And it makes you feel real small



So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles

Broken glass

But it all ends up with handcuffs

On your hands



You run around and spray pant graffiti

On everybody's wall

You think that's bitching, man?

That ain't nothing at all!



So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles

Broken glass

But it all ends up with a swift kick

To your ass



Originally by Circle Jerks