You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against the wall
They're up there clutching their guns and
It makes you feel real small

So you can cuss,
Spit,
Throw bottles
Broken glass
But it all ends up with handcuffs on you hands

You run around and spray paint
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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): GREG W. HETSON, KEITH G. MORRIS, KEITH LEHRER, ROGER DOWDING