everyone says that they're betterneveryone says that they're strongneveryone tries to intimidatenthey're probably right all alongnnbut they're all fightingnputting us downntattoos on motorcyclesndon't want us in their townnnso many times that i've been toldnto change for the sake of blind hellosnone thing i learned innall of these liesnall of these daysnall of these criesnnwords come backnwords come backnwords come back to younthey come back to younwords come backnand haunt you someday