|Summer punks on Avenue B
|Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me
|Their gutter smell offends me
|Who made it cool to live in poverty?
|On the beat, cop'ers running the street
|Taking New York City away from me
|They want to rule my life!
|Wanna strip me of my beliefs
|Dirty deeds ain't never been cheap
|Paid my dues to this life I choose to live
|nothings ever been free
|Nothings ever been given to me
|Those many nights I've felt insane, I don't need to justify
|I can't no longer feel the pain, can't tell what's wrong from right
|A fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories
|no substitutions, no sorry's
|Kiss me - Kill me.
|Kiss Kiss Kill Kill
|Roger Miret And The Disasters