
Lyrics to Eye For An Eye
Out the gate, line 'em up and start 'em young
Taught to hate, trade the gavel for the gun
What happened yesterday never gonna take away
The anger found when the streets were running red
I don't wanna lose my head
And I don't wanna wake up dead, no
But maybe it's the way we're bred
Won't stop 'til we stomp 'em dead
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We mix blood on our hands
With the tears of our mothers
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
Little Johnny Cullen never had a shot
From a neighborhood where killers don't get caught
It's hard to use your voice when you never had a choice
He walked down Sandy Row with a gun in his hand
He didn't wanna lose his head
He didn't wanna wake up dead, no
Marching to the drums and fife
Just another wasted life
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We mix blood on our hands
With the tears of our mothers
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
And as his sister cries
A young voice is smothered
A trail of blood dries
As they lower him under
And as his sister cries
A young voice is smothered
A trail of blood dries
As they lower him under
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We mix blood on our hands
With the tears of our mothers
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
Taught to hate, trade the gavel for the gun
What happened yesterday never gonna take away
The anger found when the streets were running red
I don't wanna lose my head
And I don't wanna wake up dead, no
But maybe it's the way we're bred
Won't stop 'til we stomp 'em dead
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We mix blood on our hands
With the tears of our mothers
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
Little Johnny Cullen never had a shot
From a neighborhood where killers don't get caught
It's hard to use your voice when you never had a choice
He walked down Sandy Row with a gun in his hand
He didn't wanna lose his head
He didn't wanna wake up dead, no
Marching to the drums and fife
Just another wasted life
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We mix blood on our hands
With the tears of our mothers
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
And as his sister cries
A young voice is smothered
A trail of blood dries
As they lower him under
And as his sister cries
A young voice is smothered
A trail of blood dries
As they lower him under
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We mix blood on our hands
With the tears of our mothers
When it's eye for an eye
It's one for another
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers
We destroy ourselves
We destroy our brothers