Letra da Música: Three O'Clock At The Flag Pole - The Miracle Mile

This one's inked in anger. Mind's as open as your clenched fist. Come together. Together fall apart.
All you listen, all of you clap. For things you never fucking hear. Clap your hands. Then beat in their ears with those same fists.
Close your fucking eyes. (Gangrape the meaning). Can't beat into their head. What's been beat to the ground. (Go!). Give me your reasons, show me your views. To justify all the fights you get into.

You're tough. You're tough. You're so fucking tough. I think it's time for you to GROW THE FUCK UP.