Back Against the Wall
What's your next move
Where are you gonna go
Can't you see
Your best is never enough
And you can't make ends meet
You've fallen so far behind
You're slowly falling through

Yeah, I may break
But I'll never, never give in
I'll find the fighter in me
Who fights to the end
See, I was born and raised
With my back against the wall

There must be some kind of way
Out of here, out of here
Be some kind of way
Out of here, out of here
And though all my troubles
Take me far from home
I'll never be lost and not found
He who aims to shoot
Takes his orders with pride
I'm next in line
To pay my debt with my life
Oh Lord, forgive them
They don't know what they're doing

My voice is weak, just a whisper
My hands are broken
But I have written a letter
To remind my love
That she was born and raised
With her back against the wall

There must be some kind of way
Out of here, out of here
There must be some kind of way
Out of here, out of here
And though all my troubles
Take me far from home
I'll never be lost and not found