Cobras Never Say Die

We we're out, but we're taking it back
We're only gonna leave when we're ready to
So let me tell you
The sun sets on farm towns
But in the city tilight, everything was alright
They'll drag you home if you don't hold your ground
So don't back down

We were out, but we're taking it back

Come on, baby, take my hand
You know I'll never run
Come on, baby, take a stand
We'll never have to run
Don't throw your hand up, you know we never run

rat's race in a rat's nest
And everybody keeps askin' whose bed you slept in

"You're a bad taste"
Who cares what they say?
So don't lose faith

We'll fight like sailors
'Cause we're all going to hell...