Brass Knuckles

I got you but you got the monkey
I'm right here dead New York City
Wanted sin before, you might have come before me
Oh, why is it that you crawl when you're hungry?

Drop your guns

And go
Take to the streets
Go
Take to the streets
Go
Take to the streets
And run with me
Let's go
Take to the streets
Go
Take to the streets
Go
Take to the streets
And run with me
Let's go

You don't know but we are your army
We got Ritalin and guns, we are ready
LA to Kuwait is everyone listening
Tell me how is it that we can keep on hurting?
Why can't we stop?

Repeat from "Drop your guns"

I got wounds down deep
I got a holocaust
I need to find some friends
Who understand
It's time to get up, step up
I got my brass knuckles in my hand

Go
Take to the streets and run with me