There's people getting angry in these darkest hours .There's blood on the streets and the streets are ours Our mates are diamond and we shine like steel .You can't beat us down the wounds will never heal
You can't take us for a ride .You can't rob a warrior of his pride .It's your hate on which we feed .
We are the new class we are the new breed .Send our regards to a nation on fire .
And with love a bouquet of barbed wire .From the Warriors . . .