Rabbits In The Blood Pit / Bowery Blades

Verse 1 – Bowery Boys]

Steel-toed boots on the blood-soaked street

Whiskey breath and brass-knuckled heat

We carve our names in a city of sin

Bowery blades, let the brawl begin

From the Five Points to the gutter’s scream

No kings here, just broken dreams

Flags fly high in crimson tones

This turf war's etched in shattered bones

Dead Rabbits claw, Bowery Boys bite

Blood runs black in the pale moonlight

No gods, no peace, no compromise

Only fire in immigrant eyes

Shamrocks burned into battered skin

We fight for the lost, we fight to win

Gangs of grief from famine’s ghost

We drink to the dead, we bleed the most

Chains swing wild, sirens wail

Tammany ghosts in a rusted jail

New York cries with every blow

History’s written in the undertow

Dead Rabbits rise, Bowery won’t kneel

Brick by brick, we forge the steel

Through sweat and ash and broken laws

We are the war beneath your cause

So raise your flag, whatever it be—

But in this city, no one walks free

Not the rabbit, not the boy

Just the sound of rage and the taste of joy

Want to riff off this with a visual? I could help design an album cover or patch logo inspired by 1800s gang iconography—think torn Union Jack, rusted switchblades, and blood-splattered cobblestones. Or maybe you want a slower, doomier version with more ambient menace? I’m all ears.