Grab a gun you charge
Make these streets run cold with blood
And its just begun
But you’re too large
Has anyone ever understood

That if we take what we want
Won’t we be the poorer
But if we make what we want
Won’t we take this further

You’ve overcome the pain of
Winning it just to take the fall
And you’ve come undone
But you push on
Fist to face, a currency of waste

You’ve overcome
You’ve come undone
But you push on
Fist to face

You’ve overcome
You’ve come undone
But you push on
Fist to face

If we take what we want
Won’t we be the poorer
But if we make what we want
Won’t we take this further

If we take what we want
Won’t we be the poorer
But if we make what we want
Won’t we take this further