Woke up in a dead-end town

Bills on the fridge

Tape peeling down

Same four walls

Same stained sink

They sell us sleep so we don’t think

I spit the rules back in their teeth

I won’t bow down

I won’t believe

If this is peace

Then let it bleed

I am the crack in your concrete (hey!)

I am the crack in your concrete

Clock-in card

Barcode name

Smile on the sign

Blame on the same

Boss shakes hands with a plastic grin

Says “play along” so the house can win

I spit the rules back in their teeth

I won’t bow down

I won’t believe

If this is peace

Then let it bleed

I am the crack in your concrete (yeah!)

I am the crack in your concrete

You raise your voice

They raise their rent

You raise your fist

They call it threat

You raise a question

They raise the heat

So raise some hell with both your feet (go!)

I spit the rules back in their teeth

I won’t bow down

I won’t believe

If this is peace

Then let it bleed

I am the crack in your concrete

I am the crack in your concrete (hey!)

I am the crack in your concrete