8:55! Phone blows up! “Yo, this is Linda from your block!” Your damn dog’s out again Trash in the yard Fence half gone Whole block’s scarred! One more stunt— ONE MORE BARK— Your junk’s flyin’ STRAIGHT TO THE STREET! Call you tomorrow Better talk fast I’m done with your lies I’m done with your trash! Slam the phone— CLICK! GOODNIGHT! This dump ain’t home It’s a busted cage Rent overdue Landlord rage Boot through the door Neighbors scream I just laugh Kill the dream Used to be punks Stacked wall to wall Now I yell “GET LOST!” And they all haul! Don’t hold tight Don’t hold long Everything here Feels damn wrong Needed a couch Needed a break All I got back Was a cough and a shake Old crew gone Ghosts in the hall I shout “GET OUT!” And watch ‘em fall ONE! TWO! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Stray dogs! Alley cats! Sirens screaming! Baseball bats! Basement noise! Broken gear! Kick the amps! Crack a beer! You want clean? You want fame? Wrong damn band Wrong damn game! No radio No TV Just sweat, blood And feedback fury! All I see is fists and fights Streetlights burn through dirty nights But stomp your boots Make some noise Chaos choir Girls and boys Maybe someday Maybe soon We’ll burn this dump UNDER THE MOON!