Explosion [DVD/CD]

Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring
There's no dough in the ghetto
A nine to nine, got a barmy life
And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones

We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun
Bel Air mannequin's too good for me
It walked by as if I was a bum kicking
My can across the dirty street to my mansion

At the dump we're your minority
In the city financial district we ain't blessed
I just seen a suit jump off a building
I guess the stocks in the market crashed

The solid waste here bulks in plenty of thieves
And plenty of greed, nothing to eat but a can of beans
And I'm stuck with l.S.E. projects road rage
Car jacks looting shoulders of the world
A no life gang fight parasite, shooting shoulders of the world

Had a treasure map that said
Park it over at the asylum
Took a gander over the fence
To an empty left hand kidney

Round and big with a perfect hip pearl
White smooth surface tile's
So blue fat coping lips
Grabbed our boards and we dropped in

We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater

Boards flew over the fence
Empty the pool and they will come
All of the greats from the past
Showed for one last session

We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater

Sweepers and laybacks
Indie airs and fast plants
The session of sessions
Skater dater

Here come all of the dogtowners
Make way for the badlanders
Boys from the South Bay of Orange County
Over the death box

Everyone blazed here comes to bulky
And jay strople salba blackheart
Malba Phillips pineapple gater
The worm six shooter Kiwi Waldo
To wally someone call me a cab

An old motel broad side of the road
there ain't been a lick of sense the manager hides
the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties

The contracts runnin out tonight
back to the laundromats tonight
We know our place we're in your face
we are a disgrace for the human race
no hallos here, none of us are saints

the underrated , the underdogs
the unnaounced, under the fog
the boat keeps floating and we keep rowing
Fuck Off we're marchin on
We've never been about business man
they won't play us on the radio
I guess we're just a bloody neusance
We're just a bunch of fucking punks

[chorus]

In '64 there's a milk man at the door
Heard the battle family had a new born
Baby named eddie was a product of the trailer parks
His military father died when he was four drop
Kids drop dead they're drafted from a crib war
Birth war birth eddie battles got no chance far
Away in fighter planes, so many die in boming
Raids yer an old man at the age of 19 they sent him off
To sea to sink in a submarine all the leaders they got the masses
To believe march until yer dead do all the rest will be free
Death is democracy life is anarchy shoot the president I want to fuck yer queen

[chorus]
Eddies in the scouts & dreams about m-16's
Mom swims in a bottle for breakfast everyday the kids don't get along
Embarrassed of his home he hates his pops who left and wants to do the same