Ain’t got no action grip
Don’t come with a full compliment of weapons
Get of your illin’ tip
I don’t recognize anybody from around here anymore
And I don’t want to be
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
And faster if you’re not
And I don’t want to be 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?