Win Hands Down Lyrics - Win Hands Down - Armored Saint

This is an ode to all my old buddies 

The ones that helped me realize when shit was funny 

Cut our teeth 

A kick in the ass 

Tackling life there's just one chance 

Mischief makers piss some off 

Deal with consequences or not 

Roaming the city eyes open wide 

Every adversary is urged to hide 

With boots on ground 

Win hands down 

A giant sound 

Win hands down 

Just maintain 

Then drop the reins 

And place my crown 

Win hands down 

Lise some royal decree 

A verbal contract 

You're with me 

And man I got your back 

Seeking adventure every which way 

Knowing full well there may be hell to pay 

Adolescence in full swing 

A booming voice were gonna bring 

So much that this platoon can do 

Bread and circus is the rule