up at the sign that said Bombs are not allowed I went and made my own sign too Ya can't shove me around Bombs not food Baggage claim department's overloaded
I live a third world life My people starve in poverty It's really nice to see a Band mean what they say I know your freedom's limited You've seen how
in my pocket babe Tonight you buy the drinks!! Environment. Governmental corporate crunch It ain't dumb luck, that you're getting fucked It's up to you, it's
and heal each other, blasphemy, I?ll say the words Yesterday rotates the same old broken tape It false fide my pride to hate?s a soul waste It?s a shame
Billy club wears a uniform, his dream job's to be a cop His hero was G.I. Joe, loved to change his clothes Boy Scout blues to screw banaroos to code of
Walked all around through London Town Hung awhile on Carnaby What happened to the Soho What happened to Kings Road A revolution blitz Completely smashed
What else can you do You bit more than you can chew The hand is feeding you Checkpoint, Charlie's coming soon Radar controls your moves Satellite, the
i rang you on the phone and before you hung it up you told me to get a steady job and quit living like a scum got no memories sold my used-to-bes all
a better man that I That's why the saints were always marchin' in Even when their was no luck in sight So, who's to know? When's our time to go So,
all of my friens theyre actin like theyre dead all of friends lie about what they said some of them get in a band the wagons really full this week yer
You told the cops you didn't know who I was A week on the city three hots and a cot Day one I got a taste of the shakes No sleep at all, it's past eight
to hand me the downs The night life here's the worst it's ever been Where's my jar of glue to put away my brains This old body's been through the mill
Billy said go get your gun There's a revolution going on Billy hooked up a gang of hood To this day, youngest guns Desperado's got nothin' Hang up
If that's all there is, keep it for yourself I've had a lot of steady jobs, I've had enough Another day's too much, gonna pack it up I'm city bound,
Hey you, were'd get that blues? In a juke box job down town Say gee it's quarter to three - and she left me by the record machine I know I'm gonna
Kill I kill too much I killed you Now I made a fucking mess A mop and pail to clean the blood Kill I kill too much I killed you You made me snap I'm sorry
city streets She and me dripping in the sink Chills from the pins ain't what it used to be Her and me, she and me, fifteen years to date She's been
Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring There's no dough in the ghetto A nine to nine, got a barmy life And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated
