We Don't Have a Choice (feat. Franz Nicolay & Dave Cope)

With warm regards

I send off this letter

Don't mind the stains

They're just whiskey and beer

How's things on the other side?

How's the rager on that distant shore?

I'm not sure if you've

Gotten the news over there yet

We need you now

More than we ever did before

If you round up a party to pay us a visit

Just make sure Joe Strummer's good & drunk 'fore ya come on over

There's plenty of fighting to do in these streets

And plenty of Nazis to brain

Tired of waiting for another voice

To guide us

So we'll dust off the old songs

And dig out the Armalites

I can still smell the whiskey on your breath

And hear the tears in your voice

It's time to fight now

Can't let the cowards sort it out

We don't have a choice

It's good to know

We can still talk like this

'Cuz not too many get to see

This side of me

I was worried this song sounded too much like ya

But then I remembered that's the fucking point

Plenty of fighting to do in these streets

Plenty of cops to shame

We were wondering what took you so long

And where ya stashed all your booze

You sure taught us a lesson with that one

Can't take it with ya when ya go

But I've still got the songs and the memories

Of drunken basement shows

It's time to fight now

Can't let the cowards sort it out

We don't have a choice

We don't have a choice

No you don't have a choice

No you don't have a choice