You've got the face of god but I don't believe because I was born with a wrench in my hand and your heel in my throat. This debt's in our blood so we can't run. We're underground with America on our backs. We're holding. We stand in the wake of the lion's march. We sing our crippled anthems. We stand in the wake of the lion's march and the shine of our sterile faith. We're pumping bad blood. We're ruined. We're dangerous. We'll take you down with us.