Graffiti on everybody's wall
You think that's bitchin' man
That ain't nothing at all

So you can cuss, 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 the wall
They're up there clutchin' their guns
And it makes you feel real small

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles
Broken glass
But it ends up
With handcuffs on your hands