No, these streets don´t feel like love
They´re not hungry or wild enough
It´s a dead-end town for trash like us
But I´ve got a full tank and a couple bucks
I mean I never got nothing and I never wanted much

But man, we gotta get out

No these streets ain´t got no guts
They´re like sad sex with clumsy tongues
It´s a battlefield for restless punks
And the cops are trapped in all their junk
We just wanna read our books, turn our stereos up
And man, we gotta get out
There´s a light on those filthy streets
Where the throwaways get weird and free
Are you in with me? Does it cut you enough
There´s a time to bleed, and a time just to fucking run