Kick out the jams motherfucker
Your pretty face is going to hell
I just want to have something to do
Free money
You can’t put your arms around a memory
I’m a lonely boy
You know the scene very humdrum
I fought the law and the law won
Down in the tube station at midnight
One way or another

Takin a ride
You can’t say crap on the radio
Push yourself make it work
You bet we ‘ve got something against you
Those anarcho punks are mysterious
Only entertainment
Hardly getting over it
I always said I wouldn’t be that way
I want the moon