Hanover Saints The Promised Land
Look at the knuckleheads standin on the corner
Tonight there wonæ° 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,
Itæ¯ the promised land itæ¯ the promised land
On the corner on the streets
Itæ¯ summer time can you feel the heat
Trouble arises outta boredom
And we wonder why this world is outta order