If this place lost its spirit, I wouldn't know what to do    
That's right, I wouldn't know what to do    
If this ground started cracking, my heart would to    
Permanent just like a tattoo, like the bonds    
Like the bonds between brothers    
I face the city together with you    
Tonight I'm burning in a place where I wanna stay    
As minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days    
And I don't have to worry, I can put aside my fears    
Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to years    
If this place lost its soul, I wouldn't know where to go    
That's right, I wouldn't know where to go    
If I didn't know this then what the hell would I know?    
From the street level to way below    
Where the independent gather    
I light the dynamite and I watch it blow    More from Bombshell Rocks