Texty:
Strike Anywhere Dead Fm

Echoes like the sound of a gunshot 'cross the Richmond city night and are all the punks too drunk to stand upright She's still walking the streets until

For the days to come watch out They're taking everything we die for like the freedom from this world's disorder what did they murder you for? born in

they bury them all Hiding from us all this time ghosts flickering and out of my mind Dead End Streets We walk by No Retreat Staring at the sun Dead End

So I'll write these words now for you my friend here after all this time we may never sing this one it's just here as a light to help you When the power

House Arrest" Hear the clock ticks like the bombs of history jail time ticking outside they keep us treading the lines the stocks and figures hands

they bury them all Hiding from us all this time ghosts flickering and out of my mind Dead End Streets We walk by No Retreat Staring at the sun Dead End

The preachers from the pulpits of power leaders of cloth they preach to our empty pockets and the same gang with different colors plays up to the dialect