Rancid

All the junkies they know my name
And every city looks the fucking same
And the derilics who roam the streets are all the same
And the scum surfaces up and has no one to fucking blame
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam blam blam your done
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam blam blam your done
Why all the prostitution right about midnight
And the junkies hives are trying to get tight --??
And Im trying to find some ultra sound
But theres no fucking way to get out of this hell
Game over its no fun