Among the deadnWe will risennIf you count me out you better think again nYou better realize, nah I’m not stoppingnThis is where I start, this is where I beginnThis is where I stop, this is where it endsnWoke up in a downtown streetnTough lifestyle living in rubblenBroken bones broken homesnBroken kid’s living in the junglenIt’s about seven in the east bay cold as hell, middle of the summernMe and Jesse Matt and Dave Mello - he was the drummernMy momma said you better watch your back boynKeep your head up and be a shot blockernOn the outside looking in wit the freaks and the thugs and all the punk rockersnThey say I’m outta step in this world just step back man I ain't gonna warn yanHere's a message for the disenfranchised of East bay CaliforniannLet me tell you something about the Eastbay its California but it ain’t sunnynAll my dreams came crashing down I’m outta home my street got no moneynAnd got no band, and got no one around, the music is gone mannNo where to sleep on the ground wondering what the fuck went wrong nownKnow what it’s like to walk among the dead?nI’m alone in total isolationnNo ones there this is my final destination. nOld man preaching bout war and peace and the path and total damnationnI always seem to get up get out and survive in every situationnnThan one day Matt says let's get the band together let's do this one more timenSo I’m, ok that sounds good, let’s give it a try, let’s give it one more runnThey got no ridesnwe got drumsnwe got guitarsnwe got the songs all night longn