Текст: Clit 45. Broken Glass. Bullets Flying.

Mothers crying on the streets with no hope
Where's a youth left to go with a broken home
All I can rely on is my bottles and my friends
But they will stay with me till the end

[Chorus:]
Cause we're the ones who stick together
Stick together like studs to leather

As one seeks shelter from this fucked up world
Boots and chains we hit the street
Never knowing what we will meet