Every day down the street I set my eyes on the same old walls Turn my head as I hear the breaking glass I love these places, their sound
This is my bloody red of the brickworks With a contrast to the uniforms Laughing at them I start to see I`m not afraid of these words
I deeply feel secure and strong because I know I`m not alone and I know where I belong My only friend-neverending trouble Cute chicks looking at the sky
I`m not afraid I know where I belong
We are the family-me and the streets I hold steel crowbar in my hand Gotta fight for every single day
The street`s too beautiful to die in Every second gate is nearly dying Kids to whom football is their mother Their time will come to take the gun to their hands
