Hanover Saints The Promised Land
Look at the knuckleheads standin on the corner
Tonight there won抰 be any drama
No fights, no threats, just havin fun
This time has finally come
The streets that are made of Gold
This is what I surrendered for
One heart, one mind,
It抯 the promised land it抯 the promised land
On the corner on the streets
It抯 summer time can you feel the heat
Trouble arises outta boredom
And we wonder why this world is outta order