You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against that 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
Spray paint graffiti on everybody's wall
You think that's bitchin', man?
That ain't nothin' at all

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles
Broken glass
But it ends with a swift kick to your ass

[Guitar solo]

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