We’ll Take This Outside 1:17

The moon is laughing to the beat
Of our shoes pounding on the street
As we flee the scene
Of your mockery
How does it feel to?
Get the shit kicked out of you?
Twenty years from now..
Remember my face in that scar

When your parents pick you up
At the hospital grounds
Your wounds in gowns
Your tongue is sound asleep
But you won't speak of all of
Your bruised skin

How is your broken nose?
All your tattered clothes
The shoe prints on your back
Or would you rather?
All my friends gather
We can take this to the street again

For you
And all your friends
We'll bring them back
We'll bring violence