Just thinking about hitting the streets tonight.
The place I wander, the place I roam.
Yeah, the streets are where I call my home.
Your crooked laws make me want to kill,
And fuck shit up until I get my fill.
A second street riot, a chaotic mob,
Just looking for a bank to rob.
I don't care what you think is wrong.
I don't care what you think is right.
I don't give a shit about anything,
Except for hitting the streets tonight.
This isn't for the money, this is for the fun.
You hold the bag and I'll hold my gun.
Pick a bank on Second Street, it doesn't matter which one.
We'll be rich when the day is done.
Exit the bank into the mid-day sun,
And I'm holding the smoking gun.
Cops are coming around the corner,
They think their prescense will keep me in order.
Can't run, so I load another round,
And wreck this motherfucker's ride.
Then I set the car on fire,
With the piggies still locked inside!
I don't care what you think is wrong.
I don't care what you think is right.
I don't give a shit about anything,
Except for hitting the streets tonight.
This isn't for the money, this is for the fun.
You hold the bag and I'll hold my gun.
Pick a bank on Second Street, it doesn't matter which one.
We'll be rich when the day is done.
This isn't for the money, this is for the fun.
You hold the bag and I'll hold my gun.
Pick a bank on Second Street, it doesn't matter which one.
We'll be rich when the day is done.
We'll burn down the churches, kill all the police.
We'll raid every store, taking everything for free.
So let's rob a bank, and then we'll burn it down.
We'll drive away as it burns to the ground.