(Dedicada à memória de Brian Deneke)
Each town has its cliques those who don't get along
and then there's towns I know where certain kids just don't belong
so know your rivals and watch your back
'cause no one's gonna be there when the enemy attacks
When the justice eludes you it's the fortunes of war
wouldn't things be different had the tables been turned?
If the people won't protect you you must fend for yourself
when the justice eludes you it's the fortunes of war
You drove right over him and then you sped away
how does it feel to kill and know you didn't pay?
So walk away even though a life is gone someday,
you'll know the price when god repays you for your wrongs.