U.S. Bombs

I aint 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 Theres a Code

that ya better know and there's one style & its to
skate We skate in packs our

flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool
has a pool and keeps it

full only a trader dont drain his pools
(chorus) There i am skatin' solo down

9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each
side theyre 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 dont laugh 'cause he was a jak

we gotta go