This is it, we clench the fist mother$#&@er,
This is Two Wrongs, we pack all our fury into these songs.
No time for labels, leave that %#@! for the weak,

Just emotion-charged vocals backed by struck-down powerchords.

How can they stand for it?

What you think we was just gonna let them win?
Righteously violent,
or so they'd want it would seem.


We take the things what we hold true in our hearts
And place them all in front of their two feet.

For what they strive might lead us to crash and burn,
It doesn't matter cause we'll have left our mark.


Forgot who's keeping score
For all the things that we're fighting for.
Now we can't look back,

Cause they'll keep wanting more.
Righteously violent.


Yeah, where's the $#&@ing A-Team?