From the Gutter Songtext
von The Reapers

Woah, woah, woah, woah

As we call out from the depths and the hell below
A generation born from piss and smoke
And a generation full of things we never had
Like a house we call home and a mom and a dad

This is the voice of a thousand broken dreams
Where youthfull hopes fell apart right at the seams
The voice of innocence lost, the stories of our lot

We are the rats in the dead-end streets
We are the cracks in todays society
In darkness we all roam

We are the kids from the broken homes
We are the ones who walked with broken bones
This fire inside, the flame is burning bright

We are the ones that have always seen it through
We are the ones that have always paid our dues
Now we′re the ones that will tell the ugly truth
And we're still around


This is not a fucking scene and it′s not about fashion
Not even 'bout the music or 'bout getting action
This here is the only way we′ve ever known
Where we don′t have to hide and we don't feel alone

Look around, this is your family
We may be damaged and we′ve all had our own tragedies
This is the gutter where we all come from
Where we find our friends and we truly belong

We are the rats in the dead-end streets
We are the cracks in todays society
In darkness we all roam

We are the kids from the broken homes
We are the ones who walked with broken bones
This fire inside, the flame is burning bright

Woah, woah, woah, woah

This is the voice of a thousand broken dreams
Where youthfull hopes fell apart right at the seams
The voice of innocence lost, the stories of our lot

Look around, this is your family
We may be damaged and we've all had our own tragedies
This is the gutter where we all come from
Where we find our friends and we truly belong


We are the rats in the dead-end streets
We are the cracks in todays society
In darkness we all roam

We are the kids from the broken homes
We are the ones who walked with broken bones
This fire inside, the flame is burning bright

We are the ones that have always seen it through
We are the ones that have always paid our dues
Now we′re the ones that will tell the ugly truth
And we're still around