April 26th, 1942

There was a riot on the streets

Tell me where were you?

While you were sittin' home watchin' your TV

While I was participating in some anarchy

First spot we hit it was my liquor store

I finally got all that shit I can't afford

Red lights flashin', time to retire

And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire

Next stop we hit, it was the music shop,

It only took one brick to make the window drop

Finally we got our own P.A.

When two guys are holdin' hands I'd assume they are gay



When we returned to the pad to unload everything

It dawned on me that I could use a loveseat

So once again we filled the van 'til it was full

Since that day my living room's been much more comfortable

The man in the hood with the forty years

He's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year

Some kids went in a store with their mother

I saw her when she came out she was gottin' some Pampers

They said it was for the black man

They said it was for the mexican

But not for the white man

If you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King

About this fucked up situation and fucked up police

Ooh, said I'm comin' on top and comin' on top

And screaming 187 on a big ol' cop

Show those paintings on the walls

Crabs are crawling on my balls



Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn

It burns, it burns, it motherfuckin' burns

(Just when I pee)

Oh, half the moon's over Miami

Riots on the streets of Chicago

Riots on the streets of Long Beach

Mmm, San Francisco

Riots on the streets of Kansas City

Tuskaloosa, Alabama

Creveland, Ohio

Fountainberry, Texas, Paramount, Vista Buelle, and all these other

shitty places that no one would ever wanna go to anyways, so you

might as well burn them

Let it burn

Let it burn

(Mr. Burns)

Let it burn

(Mr. Burns, Mr. Burns)

Let it burn

Let it burn