Text: U.S. Bombs. Jaks.

I aint goin to work today yea why not? 'cause id rather work on breakin my own
bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code
that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our
flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it
full only a trader dont drain his pools (chorus) There i am skatin' solo down
9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back
and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me
dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his
pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh 'cause he was a jak

we gotta go