Brass Knuckles - Living Things

I got you but you got the monkey

I’m right here dead New York City

Wanted sin before, you might have come before me

Oh, why is it that you crawl when you’re hungry?

Drop your guns

And go

Take to the streets

Go

Take to the streets

Go

Take to the streets

And run with me

Let’s go

Take to the streets

Go

Take to the streets

Go

Take to the streets

And run with me

Let’s go

You don’t know but we are your army

We got Ritalin and guns, we are ready

LA to Kuwait is everyone listening

Tell me how is it that we can keep on hurting?

Why can’t we stop?

Repeat from «Drop your guns»

I got wounds down deep

I got a holocaust

I need to find some friends

Who understand

It’s time to get up, step up

I got my brass knuckles in my hand

Go

Take to the streets and run with me