Back Against the Wall

You'd 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

Curse, spit
Throw bottles
Broken glass
But it ends with a handcuff on your hands

You run around, spray paint
Graffiti on everybody's wall
You think that's bitching man
That ain't nothing at all

So, you can curse, spit
Throw bottles
Broken glass
But it ends up 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 curse, spit
Throw bottles
Broken glass
But it ends with a handcuff on your hands