Kiss Kiss Kill Kill

Summer punks on

Avenue B Grubbing change and pissing the **** out of me

Their gutter smell offends me

Who made it cool to live in poverty?

On the beat, cop'ers running the street

Taking New

York City away from me

They want to rule my life!

Wanna strip me of my beliefs

Dirty deeds ain't never been cheap

Paid my dues to this life

I choose to live nothings ever been free

Nothings ever been given to me

Those many nights

I've felt insane,

I don't need to justify

I can't no longer feel the pain, can't tell what's wrong from right

A fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories no substitutions, no sorry's

Kiss me -

Kill me.