Don't wait for, a knight in shining armour, your savior's reflected in the mirror, these flowers have grown from bloodstains on the ground. Go reak the leaves off your grass and my grave, the fact is everyone bleeds when they shave, there's no use, so don't deny we're just the same! We'll take it back! Broken dagger, southern swagger, voices of violence. These cowboys will ride off in the sunset, once there toys, have turned another profit, back fire, their moking guns will never rest! Unleash the, skeletons from the closet, these strangers are friends that you never met, they'll send them, sympathies with a hallmark card, we'll take it back! Broken dagger, southern swagger, voices of violence. Even after I'm dead and buried, I'll still remember, even after i'm dead and buried, i'll come back fighting! We'll take it back! Broken dagger, southern swagger, voices of violence. Voices of violence will always be heard!