S.O.S Raise your fist, Make em' shake We ain't here for peace, We're here to hate Voices loud, No need to fit Do you feel, The fucking grit Burn in the smoke, Where engines died Where Motown ghosts, and unions cried They tried to make us fear, they tried to make us hate Rust on our knuckles, Grit in our veins Sons of S.H.I.T. that's the name Wrote that S.H.I.T. in paint, not playin your game Save our souls, or stay on script Either way we don't submit