
Aint got no action grip
Dont come with a full compliment of weapons
Get off your illin tip
I dont recognize anybody from around here anymore
And I dont want to be your punching bag
Are we losing
Are we middle class gangsters
Wasnt looking at your girlfriend
Didnt touch your mustang
When I was
In the parking lot
What dont you comprehend
Well Ill speak slowly if your on something
Or faster if your not
And I dont want to be your punching bag
Are we losing
Are we middle class gangsters
So put on british steel
Curse today and
How youre feeling
Well everybody up and down my block
They used to matter when we used to rock
And I dont want to be your punching bag
Are we losing
Are we middle class gangsters