blackened out cars obsessed with pain
chucked on dresses any old thing
looking for robbers running around
you can't walk about the streets at night
running about in the back alleys
looking for punks in the night
if all goes well arresting me
smash you up good around their street
any fuckin catch me and i'll knock you off your feet
hang you by the balls and this time you bleed
mashin' and bashin' them like meat