Summer punks on Avenue  [bad word] change and [bad word] the [bad word] out of me
Their gutter smell offends me
Who made it cool to live in poverty?

On the beat, [bad word] the street
Taking New York City away from me
They want [bad word] 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

fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories
no substitutions, no sorry's
Kiss me - Kill me.