What do I see?
A riot of the faithful breaking out.
Smashing through the gates of fear and doubt.
Coming out for love, not just for show.
Standing hard and fast, not come and go.
No service from the lips, no slips, no flips.
Riding out the storm, not jumping ship.
Soaking wet with beer and blood and sweat,
The ones we won't forget.
A tisket a tasket, hell in a handbasket's where we're headed for.
When all I see is an empty floor, what the fuck are you waiting for?
A tisket a tasket, hell in a handbasket's where we're headed for.
We're side by side let's go to war. What the fuck are you waiting for?
If you're here for us, we're here for you.
Family or crew, and old or new.
So let them put us to the test.
We'll always smash right through the rest, so fuck the rest.