1987, 18 at a 7-11
Police out looking for problems
But I'm no average hoodlum

Still running from the pigs so it seems to me
This is not the land of love and liberty
It's more like a waiting room in hell
Drink a quart and watch me dwell

I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight
I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight

Glass towers rise above the filth and the pain
I'm a moral degenerate, feel my pain
Passed out in a squat on Mission
That night I was shocked into submission

Straight down, straight down to hell I head
Systems of sewers is where I lay my head
People on their way are like on a different dimension
I need no correction

I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight
I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight
Some of my friends moved on a simple domestic life
They're all gone, only a few of us remain
Only few of us want to keep in the same
Want to keep it the same, yeah

I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight
I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight