Summer punks on Avenue B

Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me

Their gutter smell offends me

Who made it cool to live in poverty?



On the beat, cop'ers running the street

Taking New York City away from me

They want to rule my life!

Wanna strip me of my beliefs



Dirty deeds ain't never been cheap

Paid my dues to this life I choose to live

nothings ever been free

Nothings ever been given to me



Those many nights I've felt insane, I don't need to justify

I can't no longer feel the pain, can't tell what's wrong from right



A fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories

no substitutions, no sorry's

Kiss me - Kill me.