L7

stranded in the streets of san francisco
a rust car pulled along side of me
i looked behind the wheel
and i started to squeal
an idol's face was staring at me
don't preach to me
Mr. integrity
sittin' shotgun,
out of my brain
our muffler draggin'
through the art ghettos
stepped on the gas
gums started to flap
punk rock manifestoes
spittin', fumin',
streets are filled with so much glass
that i wanted to break