Scratched Streets Riot

(ah) Yeah One match in the dry grass

Boot on the curb with the plan half-burned Still talk clean while

the whole block turns Cheap wood stage and the screws come loose

I don't sell peace,

I just cut the noose Bass line crawl with a knife-edge swing

Snare stay late, let the backbeat sting Hands up dirty,

not a saint in sight We make truth hit hard on a

Tuesday night

Lean in, hold fast

No crown, no pass

Break rank, stand tall

If it falls, let it fall

We don't bow, we bite back

Kick that door off the track

Hands high, dirt black We don't bow,

we bite back Run that line,

don't look back Whole crew loud,

all attack

Wore out shoes and a grin like rust Built this row from

wire and dust Mayor on a screen,

all teeth, no nerve We feed the crowd what the rich don't

serve Hat brim low but the eyes stay clear I can smell

fake brave when it gets too near Need no badge,

need no name on a wall Just one hard drum when the

lights all fall Hear that wood ring under my thumb Hear that

room shake before it

comes I kept one spark where the cold couldn't reach

Now hit hard,

hit mean Crack the frame,

split the scene No retreat,

no clean hands

We take back our breath in bands

Bite back, bite back Whole floor jump to the hi-hat snap Last

word lands like a cinder block