Back Against the Wall

You'd yell out in defiance You're backed up against the wall They're up there clutching their guns, man And it makes you feel real small, so Curse, spit Throw bottles Broken glass But it ends with a handcuff on your hands You run around, spray paint Graffiti on everybody's wall You think that's bitching man That ain't nothing at all So, you can curse, spit Throw bottles Broken glass But it ends up with a swift kick to your ass You yell out in defiance You're backed up against that wall They're up there clutching their guns, man It makes you feel real small, so You can curse, spit Throw bottles Broken glass But it ends with a handcuff on your hands