They showed no interest in us They painted our faces with mute They neglected building trust There's no money in f**ed up youth AND WHEN WE GO OUT WE WEAVE DISASTER INTO OUR CURLY LOCKS WE SPLINT BROKEN WRIST WITH HELL THEY'RE SO WRONG ABOUT US At the dark end of the street Under a dark cloud we meet I'm too excited to stand in the back We're gonna slam gonna bang gonna dive off stacks We're all dirt poor, we yell and cuss But you're DEAD DEAD DEAD wrong about us