| Song | White Trash Anthem |
| Artist | Blood for Blood |
| Album | Outlaw Anthems |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rob | |
| Have you ever prayed to the night sky? | |
| Under one of them cold street lights? | |
| Watched another stolen car drive by, | |
| lose your hope and say | |
| "This is where I'll die"? | |
| But you try to say you know me. | |
| But you try to say you're from my world. | |
| Well, have you ever gone to sleep to the sounds of the gunshots, sirens,violence all alone? | |
| They wanna break me down. Hope I can hold my ground. | |
| Your world is MTV. Spring breaks and ecstasy. | |
| You'll get your hopes and you'll get your dreams. | |
| Well, that choice wasn't there for me. | |
| My world remains unseen (unseen by you). | |
| Poverty, no family, | |
| Broken homes and broken dreams, | |
| I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed. | |
| They want to break me down. I won't back down. | |
| They try to break me down. Hope I can hold my ground. | |
| I ain't your kinda white. I ain't that kinda white. | |
| Never be your kinda white, I'll never be your kind 'cause you made me | |
| outcast. | |
| I ain't your kindawhite. I've never been your kinda white. | |
| I ain't that kinda white 'cause I'm a lowlife outcast piece of white trash. | |
| (Let's Go!) | |
| Five years on down the road. Two kids and a high paying job, | |
| picket fence and a college degree. | |
| Well, that choice wasn't there for me. | |
| This path on which I walk. It ain't a game and it ain't all talk. | |
| This is all I ever had. | |
| This is all they ever let me have. | |
| I ain't ever been nor will I ever be another blind eye in society. | |
| I seen the way it was for the people like me. | |
| I seen the way it was for the families so... | |
| Have you ever prayed to the night sky? | |
| Under one of them cold street lights? | |
| Watched another stolen car drive by, lost your hope and said | |
| "This is where I'll die"? | |
| I ain't I your kinda white. I ain't that kinda white. | |
| I'll never be your kinda white, I'll never be your kind 'cause you made me | |
| outcast. | |
| I ain't your kinda white. I've never been your kinda white. | |
| I ain't that kinda white 'cause I'm a lowlife outcast piece of white trash |
| zuo qu : Rob | |
| Have you ever prayed to the night sky? | |
| Under one of them cold street lights? | |
| Watched another stolen car drive by, | |
| lose your hope and say | |
| " This is where I' ll die"? | |
| But you try to say you know me. | |
| But you try to say you' re from my world. | |
| Well, have you ever gone to sleep to the sounds of the gunshots, sirens, violence all alone? | |
| They wanna break me down. Hope I can hold my ground. | |
| Your world is MTV. Spring breaks and ecstasy. | |
| You' ll get your hopes and you' ll get your dreams. | |
| Well, that choice wasn' t there for me. | |
| My world remains unseen unseen by you. | |
| Poverty, no family, | |
| Broken homes and broken dreams, | |
| I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed. | |
| They want to break me down. I won' t back down. | |
| They try to break me down. Hope I can hold my ground. | |
| I ain' t your kinda white. I ain' t that kinda white. | |
| Never be your kinda white, I' ll never be your kind ' cause you made me | |
| outcast. | |
| I ain' t your kindawhite. I' ve never been your kinda white. | |
| I ain' t that kinda white ' cause I' m a lowlife outcast piece of white trash. | |
| Let' s Go! | |
| Five years on down the road. Two kids and a high paying job, | |
| picket fence and a college degree. | |
| Well, that choice wasn' t there for me. | |
| This path on which I walk. It ain' t a game and it ain' t all talk. | |
| This is all I ever had. | |
| This is all they ever let me have. | |
| I ain' t ever been nor will I ever be another blind eye in society. | |
| I seen the way it was for the people like me. | |
| I seen the way it was for the families so... | |
| Have you ever prayed to the night sky? | |
| Under one of them cold street lights? | |
| Watched another stolen car drive by, lost your hope and said | |
| " This is where I' ll die"? | |
| I ain' t I your kinda white. I ain' t that kinda white. | |
| I' ll never be your kinda white, I' ll never be your kind ' cause you made me | |
| outcast. | |
| I ain' t your kinda white. I' ve never been your kinda white. | |
| I ain' t that kinda white ' cause I' m a lowlife outcast piece of white trash |
| zuò qǔ : Rob | |
| Have you ever prayed to the night sky? | |
| Under one of them cold street lights? | |
| Watched another stolen car drive by, | |
| lose your hope and say | |
| " This is where I' ll die"? | |
| But you try to say you know me. | |
| But you try to say you' re from my world. | |
| Well, have you ever gone to sleep to the sounds of the gunshots, sirens, violence all alone? | |
| They wanna break me down. Hope I can hold my ground. | |
| Your world is MTV. Spring breaks and ecstasy. | |
| You' ll get your hopes and you' ll get your dreams. | |
| Well, that choice wasn' t there for me. | |
| My world remains unseen unseen by you. | |
| Poverty, no family, | |
| Broken homes and broken dreams, | |
| I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed. | |
| They want to break me down. I won' t back down. | |
| They try to break me down. Hope I can hold my ground. | |
| I ain' t your kinda white. I ain' t that kinda white. | |
| Never be your kinda white, I' ll never be your kind ' cause you made me | |
| outcast. | |
| I ain' t your kindawhite. I' ve never been your kinda white. | |
| I ain' t that kinda white ' cause I' m a lowlife outcast piece of white trash. | |
| Let' s Go! | |
| Five years on down the road. Two kids and a high paying job, | |
| picket fence and a college degree. | |
| Well, that choice wasn' t there for me. | |
| This path on which I walk. It ain' t a game and it ain' t all talk. | |
| This is all I ever had. | |
| This is all they ever let me have. | |
| I ain' t ever been nor will I ever be another blind eye in society. | |
| I seen the way it was for the people like me. | |
| I seen the way it was for the families so... | |
| Have you ever prayed to the night sky? | |
| Under one of them cold street lights? | |
| Watched another stolen car drive by, lost your hope and said | |
| " This is where I' ll die"? | |
| I ain' t I your kinda white. I ain' t that kinda white. | |
| I' ll never be your kinda white, I' ll never be your kind ' cause you made me | |
| outcast. | |
| I ain' t your kinda white. I' ve never been your kinda white. | |
| I ain' t that kinda white ' cause I' m a lowlife outcast piece of white trash |