1987 at a 7-11
  police out looking for problems
  but i'm no average hoodlum
  still running from the pigs
  so it seems to me this is not
  the land of love and liberty
  it's more like a waiting room in hell
  drink a qwart and watch me dwell
  i got it right out in the trenches tonight
  glass towers rise above the filth and the pain
  im a moral degenerate feel my pain
  pass out in a squat on mission
  that night i was shocked into submission
  straight down straight down to hell i head
  systems of sewers is where i lay my head
  people on their way are like on a different dimension
  i need no correction
  i got it right out in the trenches tonight
  some of my friends moved on a simple domestic life
  they're all gone only a few of us remain
  only few of us want to keep in the same
  i got it right out in the trenches tonight