Your daddy used to drive 95 on 95

Said he did it all the time and he made it back alive

Used to warn you 'bout the Lower East Side at night

And the bars down by the harbor where the drunken sailors fight

I remember sleepin' on the roof from June until the fall

Sister'd swat you with a stick, father'd slam you 'gainst the wall

All the cops were takin' bribes, all the bodies disappeared

Gun was always at the side when you went for a beer 'round here

So walk a mile in my boots down to the old school

Maybe crybaby'll learn a thing or two



Yeah!



Wise guys and weasels used to run this whole damn town

I got beat so many times 'til I learned to knock 'em down

Now I'm made of steel and leather stitched with wires and screws

Built a house at nineteen 'cause at eighteen got the boot

So walk a while in my shoes before you sing those blues

Things ain't what they used to be, don't make 'em like they used to



Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death

It's like we used to say: if you could see this place and I could see your face

Smash up your fantasy - justice served, no one bleeds

I'm rollin' up my sleeves to tell you 'bout a lawless world (world! world! world!)



And no one came along to pick me up off the curb

And I went the whole way home to hear I got what I deserved

See I knew what I had to do, see some things I'll never tell

I'll take it with me to my grave, then I'll burn my life in hell

And if you went to walk that mile, well, you'd be in for a surprise

Just a highway and a bind for hitchin' a ride



Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death

It's like they always say: if you could see this place and I could see your face

Tear up your fantasy - peace kept, nobody beat

I'm rollin' up my sleeves - hey, where the hell you been?

Pick your poison, name your game, play to kill, shoot to win

The (?), we're all just history

I cashed in, sold out, had nothin' left to cry about

I'd love to still believe there's order in a lawless world (world! world! world!)