Crash Street Kidds

(Better run, better run, better run)

The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya

(Now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead)
Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit
I’m getting too tired to resist

I ain’t just a number, I wanna be heard

(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)
And the press twist our fist
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya

(Better run, better run, better run)
We’ll torture your flats

(You’re exposed, you’re exposed, you’re exposed)
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)
Now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead
Pull down the wires, set you on fire
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya

Heed my frustration, you just don’t know
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
I’ve been annulled and I can’t seem to prove it
A TV announcer he talks to the scum
A new town nothing, send for the hearse

The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
I ain’t been solved, I’m uninvolved
(One’s your son, one’s your son, one’s your son)
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya

Heed my faults and heed my curse
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
(Where’s your mates? Where’s your mates? Where’s your mates? )

Then you tell ’em we’re brats
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

Now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead
You keep us like rats
Now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead
Hear me swear, hear every word
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya
(You’ll get done, you’ll get done, you’ll get done)
(Better run, better run, better run)
Now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead

(Better run, better run, better run)

And you’re so pure, you know the cures
(You’re too late, you’re too late, you’re too late)
Now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead, now, you’re dead
See my blood and see my gun
(Now you’re closed, now you’re closed, now you’re closed)
Get me out of this mess
The crash street kids are comin’ to get ya