Home is many turfs away
Nine soldiers gone astray
Blood was spilled and we were blamed
Every gang in the city is looking for us
And though innocents, we gotta run
Going to hostile territories
Escaping in the subway
On the radio... the big alarm was sent
We mustn't let our guard down
Not till we reach the other side of town
Run, hide or fight
We are true warriors
We'll do what we must to survive
Fearless, we'll prove
We never pulled the trigger that night
Didn't matter who tried to block our way
We made it back to our hideout, we are back in Coney
It wasn't easy... some had to fall
And yet we are asked again
Warriors come out to play
Warriors come out to play
Run, hide or fight
We are true warriors
Run, hide or fight
We are true warriors
Skinheads, small timers cops
Packed chicks, baseball freaks, punks in skates
And Rogues