Back Against the Wall - Circle Jerks

You yell out in defiance

You’re backed up against the wall

They’re up there clutching their guns and

It makes you feel real small

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles

Broken glass

But it all ends up with handcuffs on you hands

You run around and spray paint

Graffiti on everybody’s wall

You think that’s bitchin man

That ain’t nothing at all!

So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles

Broken glass

But it ends up with a swift kick to your ass