down between the steely grates beneath the sewer s smile this city is our camouflage the underbelly s bile the night is choked with rosaries black air so thick with hate this street belongs to us tonight lost souls attempting fate this is not the war that we re looking for in our living hell we raise our fists and yell we are the strong we are the weak we are the burned we are the freak we are the wolf we are the lamb we are the lost we are the damned freedom is the coup d etat as sure there is the sky tonight we roam the underworld our brothers by our side beggars underneath the bridge the fifty gallon fire the rebels are on 34th big brother s getting tired as we live and breathe force fed what to believe in our living hell we raise our fists and yell we are the strong we are the weak we are the burned we are the freak we are the wolf we are the lamb we are the lost we are the damned we are the strong we are the weak we are the burned we are the freak we are the wolf we are the lamb we are the lost we are the damned we are the strong we are the weak we are the burned we are the freak we are the wolf we are the lamb we are the lost we are the damned we are we are we are we are the damned we are we are we are we are the damned