There is such little glory in a poor man’s life
He works for his money and he takes a wife
But a poor man’s son could be a hero in the night
With a fist full of anger and the will to fight
Seize this moment in your hand
Take it and run
There’s a trigger in your mind
And you’re loaded like a gun
Warriors
Make a life of fantasy
All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s steed
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Teenagers beneath the lamp post light
In an alley by the river in the dead of night
Shed their blood and swore their vows to keep
While the citizens were in the throes of sleep
We'll seize this moment in our hands
Take it and run
There’s a trigger in your mind
And you’re loaded like a gun
Warriors
Make a life of fantasy
All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s steed
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Seize this moment in your hand
Take it and run
There’s a trigger in your mind
And you’re loaded like a gun
Warriors
Make a life of fantasy
All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s steed
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Warriors
Make a life of fantasy
All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s steed
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
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