We've travelled your six lane highways, and still arrived late. Then saw a cockroach dancing, upon our deli plate. I've drank your wicked potions, ended
All the girls wanna' look so pretty, all the boys wanna' be so cute. With the holes in their jeans, say they wanna' learn to shoot. You don't need no
I'm in the wrong place, my face doesn't fit, and I said "Motherfucker" when the bullet hit. I bit on deep, I bit on hard, all we got left now are memories
It started off as innocent fun A stranger in a foreign land A boy with a gun and no name Seeks compassion with a girl in hand When your conscience taps
The memory lingers on when you were the same as us Three months old a child, still you lived off love and fuss City baby, city baby, city baby attacked
I wanted you cause of your bust . And now I want a night of lust. Can't wait around here anymore. So take me home you dirty whore. Slut, slut .. Dirty
You beat us down when we came back The revenge is sweet and we're on the attack Who are you, what do you do? You promised us the world then took it away
Suits of black, serene robe, into your mind they will probe. Christianity it's a pain, financial power, it's their gain. Christianised cannibals, cannibalised
Just met a girl down in Boston, I asked her for her name. Said she wouldn't tell me for she was ashamed but I know. Boston baby, Boston baby, why you
When your head's exploding and your vision blurred, the teasing torture when anger is spurred. When the bats in your belfry won't let you sleep, incessant
State executioner, there's no hope For the men that hang on the end of your rope You think you're safe, no one can tell What they'll do when you get to
There was a city baby Attacked by rats Their little teeth They gnawed and hacked He grew and he fought back Put those rats back in their traps City baby
Perpetual torture, from those we love to hate It's meant to be, you can't change fate We got a time bomb 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 go The time will come when we
(USA) Staring through the boring Montana skyline Wishing that this journey would come to an end Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler I want a wash
I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees. We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease. I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa. It
I once believed, all girls are nice, but listen to me, take my advice. You've gotta get yourself on the right track, 'cus finding a good girl, Boy, is
From the slums to the suburbs, there's a rallying cry People are kicking authority, blacking its eye It's sure time to party when your freedom comes Flowers
The night air's cool but your system's not, you stand for what you care for, not for what you've got. The streets are mean, keep your conscience clean