Guess I needed some time to get away
I needed some piece of mind
Some piece of mind that'll stay
So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A.
Maybe a Greyhound could be my way
Police and niggers, that's right
Get out of my way
Don't need to buy none of your
Gold chains today
I don't need no braceletes
Clamped in front of my back
Just need my ticket; 'til then
Won't you cut me some slack?
You're on in a million
Yeah, that's what you are
You're one in a million, babe
You're a shooting star
Maybe someday we'll see you
Before you make us cry
You know we tried to reach you
But you were much too high
Much too high, much too high
Much too high, yes, ow
Immagrants and faggets
They make no sense to me
They come to our country
And think they'll do as they please
Like start some mini Iran,
Or spread some fucking disease
They talk so many goddamn ways
It's all Greek to me
Well some say I'm lazy
And others say that's just me
Some say I'm crazy
I guess I'll always be
But it's been such a long time
Since I knew right from wrong
It's all a means to an end, I
I keep it movin' along
Chorus
Radicals and racists
Don't point your finger at me
I'm a small town white boy
Just trying to make ends meet
Don't need your religion
Don't watch that much T.V.
Just makin' my livin', baby
Well that's enough for me
Chorus
