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 anybody from around here anymore And I don't want to be, no, no 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, no, no 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? Middle class gangsters