I'm a hard working man, yeah I'm down on my luck With a broom and a dustpan, just tryin' to raise a buck It's not the fact that I don't wanna work I'm just not gonna take it anymore Spillin' my guts out every night For a bunch of blank stares just looking for a fight It's not that the fact that I don't wanna work But we're screamin' for change once again. Voices cry out deep in the night The streets are empty again But what's the explanation for just putting up a fight When San Diego's burning within. Yeah, nobody here wants to do it Unless somebody else does it first Take a look around, watch it burn into the ground The condition's gone from bad to worse Time is running out, and the future's full of doubt Are the good times really over? We can make the good times now A neurotic, self conscious, superficial wasteland Is what I would call my town I try to think back to other times I try to remember when What's the explanation for just putting up a fight When everybody's trying to win Burn it down to the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
