They say the city is so mean And the suburbs So very clean We're dodging bullets In the streets Or blocking brain Washing techniques
I'm back on track Thought I was a goner But it wasn't meant to be I'm right on target (prelude to riot) Now there's no stoppin' me
They might shoot you Full of holes But sometimes they Want your soul Suburban commandos Full of ammo Down in flames Too hot to handle
I'm back on track Thought I was a goner But it wasn't meant to be I'm right on target (prelude to riot) Now there's no stoppin' me
Up against the wall mother-fucker It's social punks out On parade Wait till tomorrow and see who's still Left standing It high society's Low-life's full of rage
I'm back on track Thought I was a goner But it wasn't meant to be I'm right on target (prelude to riot) Now there's no stoppin' me