1987 at a 7-11    police out looking for problems    but im no average hoodlum    still running from the pigs so it seems to me    this is not the land of love and liberty    its more like a waiting room in hell    drink a qwart and watch me dwell    i got it right out in the trenches tonight    glass towers rise above the filth and the pain    im a moral degenerate feel my pain    pass out in a squat on mission    that night i was shocked into submission    straight down straight down to hell i head    systems of sewers is where i lay my head    people on their way are like on a different dimension    i need no correction    i got it right out in the trenches tonight    some of my friends moved on a simple domestic life    they're all gone only a few of us remain    only few of us want to keep in the same    i got it right out in the trenches tonight