Strap on your boots, it's time to hit the street. 42 and chestnut is where the punks are gonna meet; so grab your liquor, grab your beer, it's time to see a show. Everybody knows there's no place they'd rather go.
There are spray painted walls and broken bottles everywhere. No one ever cleans up, because no one really cares Head down to the basement where the kids are going nuts. They're bashing all around and puking out their guts.
If someone comes up and tries to push us around, you know we are gonna beat them down
Shouting OI OI OI as we wreck apart the place Shouting OI OI OI as we're picking up the pace Fist and bottles everywhere, lets tear apart this place We'll let the neighbors bitch because we're never gonna quit
The landlord never comes around, we swear he must be dead And the water pipes are broken, so lets tear em out instead. The cops have never crossed our doors and they don't know our names, because every time we run this, we beat them at their game
This is all we ever do This is all there is to know This is our culture and way of life SO COME ON!