Armored Saint - Win Hands Down lyrics

This is an ode to all my old buddies The ones that helped me realize when sh** was funny Cut our teeth A kick in the a** Tackling life there's just one chance Mischief makers piss some off Deal with consequences or not Roaming the city eyes open wide Every adversary is urged to hide With boots on ground Win hands down A giant sound Win hands down Just maintain Then drop the reins And place my crown Win hands down Lise some royal decree A verbal contract You're with me And man I got your back Seeking adventure every which way Knowing full well there may be hell to pay Adolescence in full swing A booming voice were gonna bring So much that this platoon can do Bread and circus is the rule