(Intro)
Woman: Be home BEFORE dark, you what it’s like out here..
Boy: O.k, mama

*Sound of car approaches*
Woman: What the...

*5x Gunshot*
(Fein bitch)

Verse 1:
Out Here, Were Surrounded By Flags, Kids In Rags, And Military Banners...
Ruthless Men, With No Manners, Brutal Killings, With First-Class Planners...
Were Always On The Run, Militia Shouting “THE WAR HAS BEGUN!”...
Not To Be Outdone, The UVF Rip Apart a Nun With a Thompson Submachine Gun…(gunshots)
In This World We Never See The Sun, In This Place, It Never Shines…
Were Constantly Surrounded By, Political Mines, And Paramilitary Signs…
When The Group’s Combine, Better Be Scared, Streets They Refine…
Policemen Who Assign, Come Prepared, But It’s Not Long Till They Resign..
Every Corner There’s A unnecessary Shrine, Every One With it’s Own Unique Design…
Everyone Standing In Line, Just Enough (1)“Bread”, To Keep Them Alive…
How Can any Human Survive, We All Used To Thrive, No Hope…
Waiting For Presidents to Arrive, But We Keep Going Down The Slippery Political Slope…
With Every Breakthrough, We Are Just Tightening The Rope, How Can Our Population Cope?? (huh)

Hook:
We few, We Band Of Brothers: We strive like no others…
We few, We Band Of Brothers: Giving a hand, to all helpless sufferers…
This is my life, the way I live, This is my life, the way I live…
The way I live is my life, and in life, we all have to strife..

Verse 2:
This Is Life As I See It, This Is The Way That I Spit…
The Cold Wind Is Constantly Blowing, Young Kids Grow Up Not Knowing…
That There Life is Going, In The Wrong Direction, They Grow Up On No Affection…
They Try To Be As Hard As A Stiff Erection, With No Knowledge Of Failed Elections…
They Have No Immediate Protection, They Have Given Up Believing In The Resurrection…
They Are Used To Rejection, Everyday They Run The Risk Of Bullet Infection…
Remember The Omagh Bomb, It Felt Like We’d Been Struck By A Destructive Storm…
We Tried To Stay Calm, But Straight Back Into The Next Axis Of Evil We Ran…
When The War Began, We Were Expecting, Al-Queda And The K K Klan…
Here We Don’t Have “Hoods” And “Ghettos”, But We Do Have “Nines” and “Stiletto’s”…
We Survive On Dole Money, Not Trying To Be Funny, But Here, It’s Rarely Sunny…
The Streets, Flood With Red Shits That’s Runny, Fuckin’ Dealers, Wit Names Like “Easter Bunny”…

Hook:
We few, We Band Of Brothers: We strive like no others…
We few, We Band Of Brothers: Giving a hand, to all helpless sufferers…
This is my life, the way I live, This is my life, the way I live…
The way I live is my life, and in life, we all have to strife..




(Distant chanting)
U,U,UDA…U,U,UDA…

(1) - money