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Screw You
Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band. Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head. Nobody to answer to. No rules to compromise.
Run Johnny Run
Just the other day I threw the trash through Rony's window. Pissed on the wall of the 5th St. precinct. Ran around screaming LOUD FAST RULES! Ain't that the truth.
Riot, Riot, Riot
Riot! Riot! Riot! C'mon let's go [x3]. . Just today like any other day. Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say?. Fuck their peace, fuck what they have to say.
Radio, Radio
What's that playing on the radio? On the radio, on the radio. . I hear the music blasting from across the hall. It drives me crazy I can't take it anymore.
Punch The Clock
City streets full of anger. Broken bottles and gentrification. You don't know were you fit any longer. . Opprotunities have faded away. Making needs to stay alive.
Lower East Side
It all went wrong. Where's it all gone. Where'd it all go?. . Outraged on Avenue C. Thinking back on how it used to be. What's built up has been knocked down.
Loud And Proud
I wanna feel again. I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD!. I wanna bleed again. I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD!. . Breaking glass in the burning nights. No, it's not an illusion.
Look At Me
I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting. Seems to me I'm always in the blame. . Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed.
Kiss Kiss Kill Kill
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.
Kill For Cash
Terrorist kill in the name of God. Is this the same God we learn to trust?. Who shall we blame for all the hate today?. Is it the church or this fuckin' state?.
Just Us
Spring of '81 - Summer '82. Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you?. Fall of '83 - Winter '84. Infiltrated us, tried to take it all. Where were you when I had no bed?.
We're Gonna Find A Way
Smoke clears out in the aftermath. War torn city, leave the wreckage in my path. Charges set off, lighting up the sky. Send an S.O.S. but they brought me here to die.
It's Alright
I wanna kick some heads in. I wanna running riot. I'm feeling loud and proud. Ready for a fight - LET'S GO!. . Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box of matches.
I Don't Like You
I don't like you!. . Fuck you, I hate you. Fuck off! fuck you!. . Don't wanna be part of your order. Wanna play in my street punk band. Playing loud music.
Hooligans
Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail. I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs. Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way.
Give 'em The Boot
Chaos on the streets. What a price to pay for glory. Loud, proud, and punk. Just another East Side Story. . 1 to start the fight. 3 to do it right. Bottle to the head.
Gal Friend
You're the greatest gal this boys ever had. Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks. Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you. A fool would I be to lose you.
Breakaway
Don't wanna be with you. Don't want, don't wanna know you. You can't believe it's true. It's true I'm so over you. . I'm done giving to you. That's that, I'm so tired of your!.
Boys Will Be Boys
A riot boy I just don't give a shit. Wasting your time I ain't listening. PC punks fuck off! Shove your fuckin dove. Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit in your face.
1984
In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City. Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore!. . In the day we sweat it out. For the love of the Lower East side.
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