It’s been a long bumpy ride sittin’ back in the saddle
It’s time to get down, dirty up our knees in the battle
Come on, round up the boys, gonna make the walls rattle
Oh, our flag is tattered
And our bones are shattered
But it doesn’t matter
‘Cause we’re movin’ forward
Round ‘em up, round ‘em up, let’s go
Round ‘em up, let’s go
Oh, my eyes are seein’ red
Double vision from the blood we’ve shed
The only way I’m leavin’ is dead
That’s the state of my, state of my, state of my head
They don’t know, where we’ve been
We got that concrete street skin
The only way I’m leavin’ is dead
That’s the state of my, state of my, state of my head