1987, at a 7-11

Police out lookin' for problems

But I'm no average hoodlum

Still runnin from the pigs so it seems to me

This is not the land of love and liberty

It's more like a waiting room in hell

Drink a quart and watch me dwell


I got it right

Out in the trenches tonight

Glass towers rise above the filth and the pain

I'm a moral degenerate feel my pain

Passed out on a squat on a mission

That night I was shocked in to submission

Straight down, straight down to hell I head

System of sewers is where I lay my head

People on their way are like on a different dimension

I need no correction


Some of my friends moved on

A simple domestic life

They're all gone

Only a few of us remain

Only a few of us want to keep it the same