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Text: Endless Struggle. Blood On The Streets.




once I saw friends singing arm in arm
now I see fists out for others harm
A bunch of fucking kids don't know what its all about
your so fucking tough when its three to one

[chorus:]
Blood on the Streets, the temperatures rising
Blood on the Streets, the fists are flying
Blood on the Streets, the scene is dying
Blood on the Streets, what a bunch of shit

What the fuck are you trying to prove
I called you my friend we were gonna change the world
what's the point in fighting all your friends
we don't need this mentality ub salt lake city

[chorus:]
Blood on the Streets, the temperatures rising
Blood on the Streets, the fists are flying

Blood on the Streets, the scene is dying
Blood on the Streets, what a bunch of shit

All this anger, and all this rage
were just trying to live our lives day to day
I see all you boys, insecure creeps
why don't you just grow up, you don't mean shit to me

[chorus:]
Blood on the Streets, the temperatures rising
Blood on the Streets, the fists are flying
Blood on the Streets, the scene is dying
Blood on the Streets, what a bunch of shit