Testo di Trenches

1987, at a 7-11 Police out lookin' for problems But I'm no average hoodlum Still runnin from the pigs so it seems to me This is not the land of love and liberty It's more like a waiting room in hell Drink a quart and watch me dwell (Chorus) I got it right Out in the trenches tonight Glass towers rise above the filth and the pain I'm a moral degenerate feel my pain Passed out on a squat on a mission That night I was shocked in to submission Straight down, straight down to hell I head System of sewers is where I lay my head People on their way are like on a different dimension I need no correction (Chorus) Some of my friends moved on A simple domestic life They're all gone Only a few of us remain Only a few of us want to keep it the same (Chorus)