It isn't even the dead of the night
This isn't even an empty street
I see lights flashing
And people chattering

I see cowards who might as well
Be accomplices
I see four men
two bikes
four guns
and whole lot of blood

I'm impure?
I'm the liar?
The unbeliever?
The one who's wrong?

Why don't you take a good long look in the mirror?
I'm not the one with the f@%*$ed up slogan
And a weapon set to ****
******

And this blood
Is no one's salvation
You're making a statement
But remember you're starting the war

Honey, this is personal now.
And when I come knocking down your door
remember you're the one who pulled the trigger.