Back Against the Wall

You yell out in defiance You're backed up against the wall They're up there clutching their guns, man And it makes you feel real small So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles, broken glass But it all ends up with handcuffs on your 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 You yell out in defiance Backed up against the wall They're up there clutching their guns, man Makes you feel real small So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles, broken glass But it all ends up with handcuffs on your hands