They say the city is so mean    And the suburbs    So very clean    We're dodging bullets    In the streets    Or blocking brain    Washing techniques       I'm back on track    Thought I was a goner    But it wasn't meant to be    I'm right on target (prelude to riot)    Now there's no stoppin' me       They might shoot you    Full of holes    But sometimes they    Want your soul    Suburban commandos    Full of ammo    Down in flames    Too hot to handle       I'm back on track    Thought I was a goner    But it wasn't meant to be    I'm right on target (prelude to riot)    Now there's no stoppin' me       Up against the wall mother-fucker    It's social punks out    On parade    Wait till tomorrow    and see who's still    Left standing    It high society's    Low-life's full of rage      I'm back on track    Thought I was a goner    But it wasn't meant to be    I'm right on target (prelude to riot)    Now there's no stoppin' me