Lyrics:

hey young man, tell me where youre going? tell me whats your mission? tell me what the fukk are you doinon friday,the one i call my day. gotta spend some of my time,so look my way. dont you hate livina life behind closed doors. you wanna be anywhere else but home of course ya know? homework or work sucks and its a matter of fact you got no love for the fucker that ducks. so i take your ass where its supposed to be at... where youll meet me and the other three at. let off whats inside of your head. dance or drop dead! muthafuck grey skies and being sad. now your eyes are burninfrom the smoke. your lungs inhale the taste of beer and dope. your parents been here 30 years ago for the same fuckinreasons why youre here,ya know? but that was then,now the choice is yours. you gotta make yourself at home, youve been here before these are the players of my team , wanna meet yours. lets play a little game behind closed doors. (you hear the sound of the sirens? you hear the sound that goes 'whoop-whoop'? these are the sounds of the angry horns, so everybody come on!!) boys-fighters! girls-fighters! skaters-fighters! rokkers-fighters! nobodies-fighters! freaks-fighters! sikkos-fighters! weedheads-fighters! i want you to feel yourself! i want you to feel.... yo,heres no invitation needed, as long you know what you came for and that you can leave bleeding. are you ready to take a punch? nobody in here really wants to know what you had for lunch! are you stressed out by your mom and dad? your boss the fag? your cutie gave somone else what you never had? you seem to be the missing part of the puzzle, all you gotta do right now is to pa