Distillers (The)
Warriors
The sun is setting and the day is late
As we walk over this wasteland of hate
People getting angry in these darkest hours
Blood on the streets and the streets are ours
Warriors, never forget the Warriors
Our mates are diamonds and we shine like steel
You'll never beat us down cuz your wounds will never heal
You can't take us for a ride
Can't rob a warrior of his pride
It's your hate on which we feed
We are the new class we are the new breed
Send our regards to a nation on fire
And with love a bouquet of barbed wire
From Letras Mania