Trenches - Rancid

1987 at a 7−11

Police out looking for problems

But im no average hoodlum

Still running from the pigs so it seems to me

This is not the land of love and liberty

Its more like a waiting room in hell

Drink a qwart and watch me dwell

I got it right out in the trenches tonight

Glass towers rise above the filth and the pain

Im a moral degenerate feel my pain

Pass out in a squat on mission

That night i was shocked into submission

Straight down straight down to hell i head

Systems of sewers is where i lay my head

People on their way are like on a different dimension

I need no correction

I got it right out in the trenches tonight

Some of my friends moved on a simple domestic life

They’re all gone only a few of us remain

Only few of us want to keep in the same

I got it right out in the trenches tonight