Strikes and Gutters II

One thousand knives, stabbed in the back. A thousand fucking knives and I've lost track… we've tried and failed, had friendships derailed, but we will not be broken. Fucked up kids on cold grange floors, at ever turn, just more closed doors. We've crashed and bailed, and through it prevailed, cause we will not be broken. You've burned our bridges to the fucking ground. What makes you think we'll take it? The night is ours, lets tear it fucking down. This town is what you make it. Routine beatdowns and riot cops, it seems the bullshit never stops. Kids disappear, but we're still here, cause we will not be broken. Garage shows, to parks and halls, patched up holes in youth rec walls. Year after year, the message is clear, that we will not be broken. We won't go down without a fight. If we want to see a better day, we'll find a way. Nobody can take away the strength that we have.
No one !