Lyrics:

Ain't got no action grip
Don't come with a full compliment of weapons
Get off your illin' tip
I don't recognize anyone from around here anymore

And I
Don't want to be
Your punching bag
Are we
Losing?
Are we
Middle class gangsters?

Wasn't looking at your girlfriend
Didn't touch your Mustang
When I was
In the parking lot
What don't you comprehend
Well I'll speak slowly if you're on something
Or faster if you're not

And I
Don't want to be
Your punching bag
Are we
Losing?
Are we
Middle class gangsters?

So put on British steel
Curse today and
How you're feeling
Well everybody up and down my block
They used to matter when we used to rock

And I
Don't want to be
Your punching bag
Are we
Losing?
Are we
Middle class gangsters