1987 at a 7-11
police out looking for problems
but i´m no average hoodlum
still running from the pigs
so it seems to me this is not
the land of love and liberty
it´s more like a waiting room in hell
drink a qwart and watch me dwell
i got it right out in the trenches tonight
glass towers rise above the filth and the pain
im a moral degenerate feel my pain
pass out in a squat on mission
that night i was shocked into submission
straight down straight down to hell i head
systems of sewers is where i lay my head
people on their way are like on a different dimension
i need no correction
i got it right out in the trenches tonight
some of my friends moved on a simple domestic life
they´re all gone only a few of us remain
only few of us want to keep in the same
i got it right out in the trenches tonight