Texty:
Down By Law All Scratched Up

I didn't think that there was something wrong again now it looks like it's that time again it's all a puzzle where one piece never seems fits it's all

Friday night with a long weekend straight ahead and we all lived in shining castles and there was no such word as dead but reality's harsh and we're all

I remember when we walked as one and all the truths were known and we were scrappers in the schoolyard fights talked tough on the telephone but there

mohammad is a little boy growing up in a violent world heard the guns when he was five and above the smoke he saw the flag of israel unfurled so what

well the kids hit the stands and the shit hit the fan too much security but not enough maturity the band took the stage the kids were in a rage all the

I fell this pressure inside of me got my bullets got my gun I got my rifle supervisor stares me down but he'll be begging when I come around all the coworkers

start I left feeling low -- did you feel the same way I did? Alone with a broken heart so radio radio get us through the night when pop heroes go down

you're looking at kids saying its all junk looking at me just another punk but we're not gonna take it from you no more you say its all stupid, wasting

Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough scratch