Through These Iron Sights
The Rumjacks
4:10Out the gate, line em up and start em young Taught to hate, trade the gavel for the gun What happened yesterday never take away The anger found when the streets were running red I don't wanna lose my head- and I don't wanna wake up dead, no but maybe it's the way we're bread won't stop til we stomp em dead. When it's eye for an eye It's one for another We mix blood on our hands With the tears of our mothers When it's eye for an eye It's one for another We destroy ourselves We destroy our brothers Little Johnny Cullen never had a shot From a neighborhood where killers don't get caught It's hard to use your voice when you never had a choice He walked down Sandy Row with a gun in his hand He didn't wanna lose his head, he didn't wanna wake up dead Marching to the drums and fife just another wasted life And as his sister cries A young voice is smothered A trail of blood dries As they lower him under