Summer punks on Avenue B Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me Their gutter smell offends me Who made it cool to live in poverty? On the beat
What's that playing on the radio? On the radio, on the radio I hear the music blasting from across the hall It drives me crazy I can't take it anymore
Gonna smash bottles all over the street Gonna cause a threat on society! Yeah I can't wait to fuck it up Gonna run wild gonna smash it up! Down in the
Prison bound goin' staight to hell Another fight jailed another night Been cheated, been fooled--mama won't you pray for me Fast times, fast girls, fast
I don't like you! Fuck you, I hate you Fuck off! fuck you! Don't wanna be part of your order Wanna play in my street punk band Playing loud music Pissing
Terrorist kill in the name of God Is this the same God we learn to trust? Who shall we blame for all the hate today? Is it the church or this fuckin'
In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore! In the day we sweat it out For the love of the Lower East side With
A riot boy I just don't give a shit Wasting your time I ain't listening PC punks fuck off! Shove your fuckin dove Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit
Don't wanna be with you Don't want, don't wanna know you You can't believe it's true It's true I'm so over you I'm done giving to you That's that, I
You're the greatest gal this boys ever had Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you A fool would
Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs Post bond today, on my way home, hell there
There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease Janie jumped the R into
Spring of '81 - Summer '82 Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you? Fall of '83 - Winter '84 Infiltrated us, tried to take it all Where were
I wanna kick some heads in I wanna running riot I'm feeling loud and proud Ready for a fight - LET'S GO! Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box
I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting Seems to me I'm always in the blame Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed I
I wanna feel again I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD! I wanna bleed again I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD! Breaking glass in the burning nights No, it's