Made on the streets of NYC To the basement of CBGB Never go, never leave From the streets of NYC From Joey’s mic to the spiked green hair None of us fucking care! Drink a beer, sniff some glue We got nothing better to do! Pinhead punks, that’s all we are Gabba gabba hey! Playing bars Pinhead punks, that’s all we’ll be New York City! Society wants...Learn More

I'm filled with aggravation Filled with anticipation For a future that is mine I'm so filled up with hate I just can't concentrate Am I running out of time I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, don't you? I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, fuck you! You tried to sell me out That's not what I'm about Come and...Learn More

RHPR Walking down, down, down the streets today, of Richmond Hill Standing in the gutter, knee deep in sewage spills On the corner of 104 and Jamaica Waiting for the J, wondering if I'll make it We walk the streets of Richmond Hill Doesn't matter what we wear We walk the streets of Richmond Hill With our spiky pointed hair We walk the streets of...Learn More

Unsuccessful soberness, the story of our lives Beer for breakfast, 7am, you all wonder why Going through our days always drunk as fuck Just a drop of our blood would make Dracula drunk The art of drinking The art of drinking Despite what you think of us We’re still drinking Crack a bottle and pass it 'round We’re still drinking Despite the fact...Learn More

Chains, chains, keys, keys… I know it’s them, they know it's me All my friends jingle Chains, chains, keys, keys… They know where I am, I know where they be All my friends jingle Chingity ching oi oi oi oi, you’ll always hear us coming Chingity ching oi oi oi oi you’ll know when we’re around Chains, chains, keys, keys… I know it’s them, they know...Learn More

Fuck your oil trade monopoly! I turn my back on you, the red, white and blue Why does it make the news, what the fuck did I do? I have the right to progress (and express!) And the right to protest And not to be oppressed It's bigotry in progress I won’t pledge allegiance, fuck this flag! What a sound, what a song; only two minutes long Why not...Learn More

If you want to play be prepared to lose Everyone’s cheating and now you’re fucking screwed You’ve got to take the risk, don’t give up It’s those who never tried who are out of luck If no one took a chance, where would we be today? Repetitious lives, nothing would ever change You’ve got to play, you’ve got to live…fucking live! Your turn, your...Learn More

Classes clash, generational strife Your labor’s worth more than your life Police are old money, bosses are new Now there’s nothing left for you Increased taxes, not your wage Building up blue collar rage Optimism gets us nowhere Apathetic, we don’t care We’re going nowhere. And we don’t care Aimless angle with no cause When all our future hopes...Learn More

There’s No Use For A Name, I leave them Blanks when I bring 'em up I’m just a Misfit with Heart that I’ve Stitched Up I’ve had so many Restarts that I’m Unseen I’m Against All Authority and the whole world is Against Me They got no Business spreading Germs so Rancid, just a Minor Threat Too busy having Cheap Sex with Adicts in X-Ray Spex I’m just a...Learn More

ACAB ACAB ACAB ACAB Fuck you! How’s that mirror look lately? Not worth the figure in your paycheck? Fuck blue lives, ACAB Murderers playing hero, your victims won’t go nameless For all that you’ve dealt Turn that gun on yourself Dead cops. Dead cops, fuck yea! Billions of dead cops Do what’s right, a bit of suicide Use those dead eyes that...Learn More

Born underground, is that sick enough? Beer cans and party cups; spray paint and dirty clubs Music loud like injustice, then injustice gets louder, we get pissed and prouder! We'll fight oppression, not afraid to cause tension; closed fists and circle pits No straight path in our lives, too drunk to walk a straight line I need a four letter word...Learn More

We’re all in rented lives! These funhouse doors never close Never an end to this freak show Even though my ticket was free I can't help but dream of escaping There’s no windows in this place, just long hallways for me to pace The mirrors here all tell lies The door is open, I stay inside We’re walking in rented bodies We’re dying on borrowed...Learn More