In the city I've been told, on the streets their hearts gone cold
See the look on their face, sign of aggression mixed with hate
In the gutter they feel pride, its their home they will not hide
Choose the words that you speak, there's no pity on the streets

Switchblade kids
Die honor

Death or glory is what they say, no regard for lifes' their way
Reckless youth it is no lie, and your not scared to die
Face to face with hostility, a path that follows agony
Hate and anger, seeing red, and you'll be left for dead