Lyrics:

Another show with a fucked-up promoter
Kids let in by the media controller
They arrived in a '87 Ford
With a gun rack, case of Bud and stiletto blade
It's the kind of show you end up at
When you get stabbed by the blade big business made

I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade

The main controller tried to buy me out but I didn't buy it
Some people did and there ain't nothing I could do about it
They arrived in a '87 Ford
With a gun rack, case of Bud and stiletto blade
It's the kind of show you end up at
When you get stabbed by the blade big business made

I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade

The kid unloaded his Glock into the urban blight
Bullets hit the car as we drove into the night
We lived to tell the story and I'm gonna tell you
The State of the Union of the State of California

I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade
I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade