Summer punks on Avenue B
  Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me
  Their gutter smell offends me
  Who made it cool to live in poverty?
    On the beat, cop'ers running the street
  Taking New York City away from me
  They want to rule my life!
  Wanna strip me of my beliefs
    Dirty deeds ain't never been cheap
  Paid my dues to this life I choose to live
  nothings ever been free
  Nothings ever been given to me
    Those many nights I've felt insane, I don't need to justify
  I can't no longer feel the pain, can't tell what's wrong from right
    A fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories
  no substitutions, no sorry's
  Kiss me - Kill me.
    Thanks to The Clam for these lyrics