You yell out in defiance   You're backed up against the wall   They're up there clutchin' their guns man   And it makes you feel real small      So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles   Broken glass   But it ends up   With handcuffs on your 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      You yell out in defiance   You're backed up against the wall   They're up there clutchin' their guns   And it makes you feel real small      So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles   Broken glass   But it ends up   With handcuffs on your hands