the sun is setting and the day is late as we walk over this wasteland of hate there s people getting angry in these darkest hours there s blood on the streets and the streets are ours warriors never forget the warriors our mates are diamond and we shine like steel you can t beat us down the wounds will never heal you can t take us for a ride you can t rob a warrior of his pride it s your hate on which we feed we are the new class we are the new breed send our regards to a nation on fire and with love a bouquet of barbed wire