Besedila: 7 Seconds. Old School. Red And Black.

Something's creeping up your way,
With cans of pain and things to say.
We wait until the dead of night,
Then nail everything in sight.
(Chorus)
We will attack in red and black,
Cover the buildings, the walls and the street.
We will attack in red and black,
Graveyard graffiti this whole fucking city.

Lots of kids, with nothing to do,
Important in the eyes of few.
A town with nothin' for the young
An so our crusade has begun.
(Repeat Chorus)