On the Spit - Open City

who left you there on the floor?

gasping for air through the smoke

who held the knife to your throat when

those bulls came rushing straight through the gate?

we know the end to all this is death

but we’re still patting our boys on the back

pat ‘em on the back

who let you into the party?

we’re laying face down on the floor

you kicked down the door with your big boots

shattered the teeth of an old horse