Scum, Rise! - Protomartyr

The Wayne County Stank Dogs

Will play in the open air there

The suburban fathers

Will be in the city center

The sports bar exploded and everyone died

Now you know how it feels to be alive

Scum, rise!

And who was the target?

An old man with a tattoo on his wrist

Scum, rise!

Take your seat there on the left side

And how were you to know?

The tattoo number 19

Stylized in memory of Steve Yzerman

Scum, rise!

Scum, rise!

You were only seven years old

When your father left you there

How were you to know

He never loved or cared?

Some day you’ll want your revenge

See him languish in his gore

Until that day I’m sorry to say

There’s nothing you can do

There’s nothing you can do, nothing you can do

Nothing you can do, nothing you can do, nothing you can do

Nothing you can do, nothing you can do, nothing you can do

Nothing you can do

Say scum, rise!

Scum, rise!