Bareknuckle Fighting

That's the duty to fulfil about a hundred dollar bill
There are no fights nowadays, good and evil
The rumors, the hatred, the artificial eyes
Locked up in our minds, they're crying
But sometimes at night, when the wind shakes the thoughts
And nothing is gonna happen

Even though this small town where the poor people live
The horse and the gamblers set the leagues
They don't believe what they say
They won't kneel down and pray anymore

There's an A on the wall for Rena Kay
Written 20 years ago by a minority
And right beside the wall, they were bare-knuckle fighting
And right beside the wall, they were bare-knuckle fighting

And some of the last jams with their heads in the trench coat
Had rumors of revolution
And the warm of boredom slippery and slim
Slowly crawls out society's ground

There's a wrinkle for a second that you've lost in your life
There's a frown for each kind of pleasure
There's violence in the train released and untamed every time when the old boys gather
They don't believe what they say, they won't kneel down and pray anymore

There's an A on the wall for Rena Kay
Written 20 years ago by a minority
And right beside the wall, they were bare-knuckle fighting
And right beside the wall, they were bare-knuckle fighting

There's blood dripping down on the pigment
Red result of the rebellion
How long are you gonna take it?
How long, how long, how long, how long?

There's an A on the wall for Rena Kay
Written 20 years ago by a minority
And right beside the wall, they were bare-knuckle fighting
And right beside the wall, they were bare knuckle fighting
Let's go fight!

There's an A on the wall for renegade
Written 20 years ago by a minority
And right beside the wall, they were bare-knuckle fighting
And right beside the wall, they were bare-knuckle fighting

There's an A on the wall for Rena Kay
Written 20 years ago by a minority
Then right beside the wall
Right beside the wall
Right beside the wall
They were bare-knuckle fighting
Bare-knuckle fighting