Lyrics:

It's Friday night and the streets are filled with freaks
Come watch as the useless flock to the beat
Of the techno noise that enhances their high
A bomb's gonna blow and I think you know why

Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipe bomb on Lansdowne
Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipe bomb on Lansdowne Street

There's no room for dancing on your precious floors
'Cause you've got to save space for the jocks and whores
You say that our shows are for violent thugs
But we're not the ones on designer drugs

Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipe bomb on Lansdowne
Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipe bomb on Lansdowne Street

It's not a bunch of little kids we're out to harm and maim
So make sure the night you hurl the pipe there's no baseball game
Look for flyers, check The Phoenix, are there any decent shows?
If Keith Bennett isn't working, then the bomb is good to go

Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipe bomb on Lansdowne
Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipe bomb on Lansdowne
Pipe bomb on Lansdowne
Pipe bomb on Lansdowne Street