Blood & Whiskey -

SMOKING GUNS

The sun is coming up but the morning is still black

Union workers frown at the dealer selling crack

A stranger walks his dog and dogs walk the blind

Poor man sweeps the dirty streets

He don’t seem to mind

Time to get out of this

Time to get out of this now

Out of this city

HEY HO

Blood and whiskey

Broken rules

Coppers and thugs

Broken homes

We’ve got our music — our only weapon

Drunken kid bottle in hand stumbles down the street

Walks straight past a homeless man

No shoes around his feet

Thugs down at the park with swatztika tattoos

Kick around and waste some time sitting sniffing glue

YOUR CITIES NO HOPE AND GLORY