stranded in the streets of san francisco

a rust car pulled along side of me

i looked behind the wheel

and i started to squeal

an idol's face was staring at me



don't preach to me

Mr. integrity



sittin' shotgun,

out of my brain

our muffler draggin'

through the art ghettos

stepped on the gas

gums started to flap

punk rock manifestoes

spittin', fumin',

streets are filled with so much glass

that i wanted to break

eyes spinnin' 'round

as my feet shook the ground

like the san francisco earthquake



don't preach to me

Mr.. integrity

don't preach to me

Mr. integrity

i'm not the enemy

please don't preach to me

Mr. integrity



don't preach to me

Mr.. integrity

i'm not the enemy-- no

please don't preach to me

Mr.. integrity