from the wasteland

cold steel under my wasteband

hazardous times

enemy lines drawn in the middle the streets

the concrete's stained with blood

i still got to eat



when i hit the street i made the man understand

i fought with flesh and i bled like a man

i rode that edge of darkness my friend

stood up to the enemy so life could begin



you know you got to

back the fuck up

back up off of me



traces of ignorance

offense of hatred

the faces change in the same old places

dark nights and lost souls

collide to cross those

the line between a death and dream



i never wanted to lead your leash

to pull around your ton of grief

i'll come back with a fist of lead

to educate your mind with a blow to your head



you know you got to

back the fuck up

back up off of me



don't let the time pass waitin' for the answer

you are exposed to all of the danger!



you know you got to

back the fuck up

back up off of me



don't let the time pass waitin' for the answer