Back Against the Wall

You yell 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 ends with the handcuffs on your hands

You run around and spray paint

Graffiti on everybody's wall

You think that's bitchin, man

That ain't nothing at all! So...

You can cuss, spit

Throw bottles

Broken glass

But it ends with a swift kick to your ass

You yell out in defiance

You're backed up against that wall

They're up there clutching their guns, man

It makes you feel real small, so...

You can cuss, spit

Throw bottles

Broken glass

But it ends with the handcuffs on your hands