Headlights flashing me It's the New York State Police Slow down buddy, pull over there It's the New York State Police Where you come from, are you putting
Try to get a job, try to get straight. I get a door in my face every step I take. Fighting back I will always be outside society. When I jump on a
Barbie wore black, black hat Barbie wore gloves, warm gloves Barbie was thin, white skin Barbie's in bed, she's dead Bellboy cries for Barbie Mailman
There's a road block on the corner they put up from time to time They say we need a witness To a very serious crime We're living in a police state
I'm sitting here and I wonder why Could this be true? I'm a dog, I am selfish And did I really do this to you? One day I'll wake up from this dream And
There's a bottle in the corner That's where I'm gonna stay Just me and my bottle of French wine We're gonna drink the night away Nobody comes, nobody
Public servant Number one Sits in Whitehall Is waited on Do they know something We don't know Public servant Number two Sits in Whitehall with nothing
Do what you want and don't give a damn There's a price to pay And you keep on paying and paying and paying And it never ends You pay in the end, my friend
Inner City life is getting me down Poliece and gang wars all over town Closing down our clubs for no good reason Hassle us on the street take away our
Driving my car a little too far right into the ocean wall. Getting dark, Golden Gate Park in the middle of the fall. Quintessentials. Quintessentials
Dolly rockers dressed to kill Holding on to rocker bill It ain't the 50's anymore Born a rocker,die a rocker Drunk outside the local dive Her daddy'
See them coming down the street Greasy heads and creeper feet They don't make no social call Born a rocker,die a rocker Meeting at the local hall Thinking
Well no one told me about her The way she lied Well no one told me about her How many people cried But it's too late to say you're sorry How could
Trade in your sanity for a new reality. A psycho walk. A psycho talk. You're a psycho, psycho - Psychosis. Your mind has gone without a trace. Ejected
Criminal justice just for you. There ain't nothing you can do. Kick down the door, change the lock. Don't wanna live in a cardboard box. In a cardboard
Here comes heart beat Picked up on every street She knows what its for Like she said she knows the score All I wanna know, All I wanna know Does she
[Los Angeles 1996 A state of alert, Willy Williams tries to clean up the streets. Petty crime is all but crushed] Police divisions multiplied. Can
Do you wanna come around Come and see what's going down Don't you wanna get away from here Disco beat is all we hear Same thing every day I got some