Burned out buildings Riots in tha streets Peace is broken at the fault of police Feelings rise Cars explode Crowds swell Clips unload Coming through
Grim Reaper in a uniform Die or conform They'll beat you down with a billy club Polish their badge off with your blood There's no accounting for their
It don't mean shit To me or you That punk rock ain't Ain't nothing new I'm not the kind To go defend My beliefs 'Cause of a dying trend It's just something
The world is up for sale You buy and sell it well You're demonstrating lack You're smokin social crack You wanna pay our bail We're not going up for
When I first came to the neighborhood Down beneath the up above I knew I was in love. Abandoned buildings winking and the red light district blinking
