Urchin from the gutter, in this town you'll go far From tender age you've built the rage, who cares who you are? We'll gather up the children, put Walkmen in their ears Singing soon a different tune, we'll give you purpose down here We're plying them with Pepsi cola, Gameboy on demand Training hard and wearing masks, they'll get radical on our command Soon they're stealing TVs, automatic VCRs Wearing Jordans, striking out, a ninja school is what we are
Don't make me tell you twice Play the deadly game A word to the unwise It'll all go down in flames We started the fire that burned this city down We started the fire that stopped the world from spinning 'round
We control the subway system, our clothes are black Mr. Big rewards the kids, they're drinking Tab and snorting crack It's written in the pogs you know, the end is drawing nigh Mark the ruins Zero Year for nineteen eighty-nine Roughing up commuters, the gutter is our bed There's a flaming arrow pointing to here and now, it's in our head Danger in our mission, so you better bring a rope You may have to scale a building, or have somebody by the throat
Gutter snipe- rule the streets, Savage digs- under siege, Hitting hard- killer teens, and now we're, Arsonists- stealing cars- Murderers- burning bars Perjurers- sexual