Hey Hey Hey
Verse 1:
Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked
Run into the depths of the trenches
Go, never return from resentment
Choked by every word that I've witnessed
Chorus:
Dead and left for broke? No not yet!
Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down
Hey Hey Hey
Verse 2:
Ripped, torn from the hands of the willing
Mum, that's what I'll keep and I mean it
No, say what I mean and I mean it
Done minding the tongue of the bigot
Chorus:
Dead and left for broke? No not yet!
Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down
Verse 3
Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked
Run into the depths of the trenches
They all come seeking the bigot
Hands clinched strangle resentment
Chorus:
Dead and left for broke? No not yet!
Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down
Hey Hey Hey