Your sun is setting and the day is late
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As we walk over this wasteland of hate
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There's people getting angry in these darkest hours
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There's blood on the streets and the streets are ours
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Warriors, never forget the Warriors
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Our mates are diamond and we shine like steel
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You can't beat us down the wounds will never heal
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You can't take us for a ride
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You can't rob a warrior of his pride
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It's your hate on which we feed
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We are the new class we are the new breed
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Send our regards to a nation on fire
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And with love a bouquet of barbed wire
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From the Warriors
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Your sun is setting and the day is late
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As we walk over this wasteland of hate
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There's people getting angry in these darkest hours
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There's blood on the streets and the streets are ours
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Warriors, never forget the Warriors
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Our mates are diamond and we shine like steel
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You can't beat us down the wounds will never heal
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You can't take us for a ride
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You can't rob a warrior of his pride
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It's your hate on which we feed
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We are the new class we are the new breed
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Send our regards to a nation on fire
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And with love a bouquet of barbed wire
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From the Warriors
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Warriors
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| The Distillers |
