I was just a thug on the street. then I got a uniform it looks real neat. drafted into the nazi police. looking for a sadistic release. I'll cruise the streets looking for trouble.
Black is the absence of light. a smoky smoggy brown sunrise. shadows grow over lazy eyes. kept asleep from darkening skies. . let enlightenment invade.
One day at the ramp. like any other day. we were ripping it up. just skating away. moped don and me. getting burly. at the channel pull an air. do grinds over there.
Music by Michael Cornelius. Words by Brian Brannon and Jon Haas. . You're a prep and that's a fact. Originality you've always lacked. I can see right through your act.
Pink slip, shut out cold. why she left was never told. pink slip 86'd. quite forgotten and never missed. . why'd you love me. why'd you leave me. why'd you use me.
It's time to unite. we're all going to get together and do it up right. forget attitudes. just join the party and grab yourself a brew. we're rock, rock, rock, rock, rocking.
Fresh out of school, nowhere to go. no more lunch money to save for the show. no more hangin' round with the usual crew. there's nothin' to do, nothin' to.
In a field of nowhere blossoms. a shiny couple stand sitting. with visions of haze from cosmic rays. that will get them no more than home. . to a place to geel strong.
I can't come to practice ''cause my car won't start. Went back on the shit ''cause my girl broke my heart. Can't make it tommorow ''cause my mom's on the rag.
People's minds. gone to sleep. while evil lingers. and bad things creep. watch TV all the time. something stalks just outside. . and they're sleeping.
Exchanging glances. we're not really living. exchanging glances. the star of my movie. exchanging glances. can you really touch me. exchanging glances.
Mister secret agent man. Running around the globe. He carries a knife and dagger. He carries a gun and sword. . Don't ask him who is he fighting. Or who is he fighting for.