Explosion [DVD/CD]

Walked all around through London Town
Hung awhile on carnaby
What happened to the Soho
What happened to Kings Road

A revolution blitze
Completely smashed to bits
Of kids, what about the future
I thought that there was none

Die Alone!
A queens jubilee, the kings gettin change
And Malcomb gets arrrested for publicity
So let it Rock and Let it sex
The fetish in the Punk rock is left fo dead

At each others throat they couldn't trust themselves
No ones taking notes Tell it like it was
Someone takes a stab and no one makes a stand
Living in the flaws of an imperfect world

A fight for freedom freedom lost
We Die aloneRemember the cause
We die alone, So Die with a cause
We die alone, a Calling of the punks
We die alone, Because I still trust no one.

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

I ain't goin to work today yea why not?
'cause id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know
Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate there's a
Code that ya better know and there's A style & that's to skate
We skate in packs our flag is
Jaks there's always time to race only a fool has a pool
And keeps it full only a trader won't tradehis pools

[chorus]
There I am skatin' solo down 9th Ave.
A couple bikers pull up one on each side
They're wavin back and forth they try to lock me in
And here comes a bus these scumbags want me dead I know they want my head
A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his pocket
Sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams don't laugh
'cause he was a jak we gotta go

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]

Yer goin to the Rave
Yer goin to the Rave
Ya want to get laid gonna paint yer face

Goin to the disco
Goin to the disco
Man with the camel toe dancin to the techno

Goin to the rockshow
Goin to the rockshow
There hose'n off the pigs the devils in the backrow.

I'm a little mental I'm a little mental
I'm a gonna pogo through the glass window
the fog machine and the extasy in your mouth.....

it ain't sexy its just fuckin foul

Lobotomies and all the looniesCome on lets getem now
We gatta storm this mental ward, Walk with our heads held proud
Zombies don't and dead men walk, Standing all around
nobody feels they've got no pulse , we dance at the speed of sound
Get off your asses get off the mattress now

Go on back to the rubber room proud
ya gotta get back to the rubber room