You're the greatest gal this boys ever had Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you A fool would
Chaos on the streets What a price to pay for glory Loud, proud, and punk Just another East Side Story 1 to start the fight 3 to do it right Bottle to
A riot boy I just don't give a shit Wasting your time I ain't listening PC punks fuck off! Shove your fuckin dove Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit
I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting Seems to me I'm always in the blame Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed I fight
Spring of '81 - Summer '82 Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you? Fall of '83 - Winter '84 Infiltrated us, tried to take it all Where were
Don't wanna be with you Don't want, don't wanna know you You can't believe it's true It's true I'm so over you I'm done giving to you That's that, I'
It all went wrong Where's it all gone Where'd it all go? Outraged on Avenue C Thinking back on how it used to be What's built up has been knocked down
Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs Post bond today, on my way home, hell there
I wanna kick some heads in I wanna running riot I'm feeling loud and proud Ready for a fight - LET'S GO! Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box
I wanna feel again I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD! I wanna bleed again I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD! Breaking glass in the burning nights No, it's
City streets full of anger Broken bottles and gentrification You don't know were you fit any longer Opprotunities have faded away Making needs to stay
In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore! In the day we sweat it out For the love of the Lower East side With
Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head Nobody to answer to No rules
Riot! Riot! Riot! C'mon let's go [x3] Just today like any other day Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say? Fuck their peace, fuck what
Just the other day I threw the trash through Rony's window Pissed on the wall of the 5th St. precinct Ran around screaming LOUD FAST RULES! Ain't that
We're the boys of the bowery, the voice of the pissed-Hey! Rock'n'roll warriors stomping the streets Working class pride and loyalty Injustice! Is what
You say you want a revolution Lace up your boots, Let's hit the streets You talk the talk--Oi! C'mon and walk the walk! Hey Johnny boy come fight your
Did you believe that I would turn my back, on my life and all of my dreams? Bet you thought I would stand aside and watch you lie and let you be Turncoat
