I didn’t start no violence
I didn’t try to fight it
But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
They say that I incited a riot
Face down on the cold concrete
Where the cops beat and batter me
They got their guns drawn, fingers on the trigger
The crowd’s thinning out, things are getting grimmer
They said you got no rights, you’re a punk
Mohawk, tattoos, kid you’re fucked
You can make your phonecall
But make it in handcuffs
I didn’t start no violence
I didn’t try to fight it
But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
They say that I incited a riot
Now I’m stuck in this cold dark cell
I called up my friends to post my bail
I said that I was wrongly accused
I was wrongly beaten and wrongly abused
They said I got no rights, I’m a punk
Mohawk, tattoos, I guess I’m fucked
You can make your phonecall
But make it in handcuffs
I didn’t start no violence
I didn’t try to fight it
But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
They say that I incited a riot