Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on the way to the classroom Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake out their own campus locale And if they catch ya slippin' then it's all over pal If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up
Hey! Man you talking back to me? Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated) Hey! Man you disrespecting me? Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated) Hey! Don't pay no mind You're under 18 you won't be doin' any time Hey! Come out and play!
By the time you hear the siren It's already too late One goes to the morgue and the other to jail One got wasted and the other's a waste It goes down the same like the thousand before No one's gettin' smarter no one's learnin' the score Your never-ending spree of death and violence and hate Is gonna tie your own rope, tie your own rope, tie your own
Hey! Man you disrespecting me? Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated) Hey! Man you talking back to me? Take him out (You gotta keep 'em separated) Hey! Don't pay no mind You're under 18 you won't be doin' any time Hey! Come out and play!
It goes down the same like the thousand before No one's gettin' smarter no one's learnin' the score Your never-ending spree of death and violence and hate Is gonna tie your own rope, tie your own rope, tie your own
Compositor: Bryan Keith Holland (Dexter Holland) (BMI)Editor: Round Hill Works (BMI)Publicado em 2009 (13/Dez) e lançado em 1994 (15/Ago)ECAD verificado obra #1605156 e fonograma #1654285 em 06/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM