Intro/S.O.S.

S.O.S
Raise your fist, Make em' shake
We ain't here for peace, We're here to hate
Voices loud, No need to fit
Do you feel, The fucking grit
Burn in the smoke, Where engines died
Where Motown ghosts, and unions cried
They tried to make us fear, they tried to make us hate
Rust on our knuckles, Grit in our veins
Sons of S.H.I.T. that's the name
Wrote that S.H.I.T. in paint, not playin your game
Save our souls, or stay on script
Either way we don't submit