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I want it back again

The spirit that WE ONCE HAD

Showing all these new hards

They're not SO FUCKIN' BAD

You and your crew

Would have never MADE IT THROUGH

The days we hung out

In 1982

The New York Brotherhood

I can't let go

The New York Brotherhood

where did they go?

We called it the Wolfpack

We called it UNITED BLOOD

Wore chains around our waists

And CONSTRUCTION GLOVES

Thompkins Sq. on a saturday night

See my brother, he's in a fight

They got him down, it's 3 on 1

10 of us show, GUESS WHO WON?

We hung out on 7th and A

Friends worked the door

We didn't have to pay

Boston came around one night

Push came to shove and

WE WERE DOWN TO FIGHT

We have seen the backstab blood

Most came and fuckin' went

They played the part

And they wore the right clothes

But they didn't know

What the fuck it meant

And I see it today

My backstabbing brothers

Believeing the lies

That they're telling each other

And I know I'll be here

When they're gone

'Cuz the New York Brotherhood

Is where my heart belongs

In rememberance of old New York

And to my friends

And the ones I've fought

A special place left in my heart

Those days are gone, man

But they're not forgot