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There is such little glory in a poor mans life
He works for his money and it takes a while
But a poor mans son could be a hero in the night
With a fist full of anger and the will to fight
Seize this moment in your hand
Take it and run
Theres a trigger in your mind
And youre runnin like a gun
Warriors
Make like a banshee*
All this time, well ride the devils seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Teen angels meet at the lamp post light
In an alley by the river in the dead of night
Shed their blood and swore their vows to keep
While the center sons were in the throws of sleep
We'll seize this moment in our hands
Take it and run
Theres a trigger in your mind
And youre runnin like a gun
Warriors
Make like a banshee*
All this time, well ride the devils seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Seize this moment in your hand
Take it and run
Theres a trigger in your mind
And youre runnin like a gun
Warriors
Make like a banshee**
All this time, well ride the devils seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Warriors
Make like a banshee*
All this time, well ride the devils seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed