side With our gangs Street fights! 1984! Short hair rock'n'roll! 1984! Skinheads! Society tried its best to kill us But we knew never to turn Glory days of 1984
East side With our gangs Street fights! 1984! Short hair rock'n'roll! 1984! Skinheads! Society tried its best to kill us But we knew never to turn Glory days of 1984
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
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
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
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
It all went wrong Where's it all gone Where'd it all go? Outraged on Avenue C Thinking back on how it used to be What's built up has been knocked down
Did you believe that I would turn my back, on my life and all my dreams? Bet you thought I would stand aside and watch you lie and let you be Turncoat
We're the boys of the bowery, the voice of the pissed-Hey! Rock'n'roll warriors stomping the streets Working class pride and loyalty Injustice! Is what
Riot! Riot! Riot! C'mon let's go [x3] Just today like any other day Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say? Fuck their peace, fuck what
