me and my bike go everywhere together just the same way evel did me and my bike take pink slips all around the neighborhood me and my anti-biker cycle
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
looked up at the sign that said bombs are not allowed i went and made my own sign to ya can't shove me around bombs not food Baggage claim department's
move on what about you? i gave my word it's in the blood don't take it back don't take it back back in you let it smash til there's nothing left you'
get me a box of matches get me a load of pills need no key for yer city no time for cheap thrills this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do
hometown 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
eat but a can of beans and i'm stuck with l.s.e. projects road rage car jacks looting shoulders of the world a no life gangfight parasite shooting shoulders of the world
workin for dont care about the country go to rack and ruin whole world will follow they'll be singin this tume whole world will follow they'll be sinin joe's
two hundred loathsome cutthroats armed to the teeth hurling there grenades as they get closer to the beach we had cutlasses and blunderbusses off to
the daily tolls too much everything is hurry up and wait everything i get goes to the man my life gets wasted in a bag had to cop on the street this alley's
own taking our place in laptop world catchers goin rye bar tab cut and dry we will not eat tonight no choices for your own life a pirate's life for me
down the aisle my bride in black you were water and i was the tide at the bar i got in another fight i kissed the ground goodnight we stole plenty we
there's not enough there's not enough there's not enough crash every night in a different place daylight's doin time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross
there's an o.d. case in the pool there's a couple passed out on the stairs watch your shoes cause they'll steal you blind you aint gonna find the winners
she's my partner we're on the take wanting to get cought for god sakes she's my best friend goes down with me she holds my hand even though i'm a freak
's on the gow The dead boys in the street we're goin' down we're goin' down we're goin' down we're goin' world on the run
dogfighting planes over west germany the red baron'll say that you ain't his enemy somebody's hit they pulled the 'chute and the jumped ship a prisoner
world is spinning by those ain't the bars that i like to hang out in u.s. Bombs the world that's what the tv said u.s. bombs the world that's what the
