In a bunker in Kings County Trouble on my mind Theyre coming for the others When theyre done theyll come for mine Feel the chill in the air Feel the tingle in the spine Theyll make everyone a suspect And make the trains run on time Buckle down now baby You got nowhere to run This is mean season baby Its only just begun Tighten up your belt And lace up your shoes Times are getting worse And you know youre bound to lose They know just how to slice it So we splinter and divide They way they cut that budget baby Youre lucky to survive So hold each other tight Cause each others all you got The rivers dry, the sun is high And the air is getting hot You can feel the future creepin And its not a pretty sight Theres murder in the trenches You better learn to fight