Crash Street Kidds Lyrics

See my thoughts and see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done)

Heed my faults and heed my curse
Heed my frustration, you just don't know
A new town nothing, send for the hearse

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire, I'm getting too tired to resist
We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats, then you
Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist, get me out of this mist

Hear me swear, hear every word
I ain't just a number, I wanna be heard
The TV announcer, he talks to the scum

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved, I've been annulled
And I can't seem to prove it
And you're so pure, you're not with The Cures
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Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(One's your son, one's your son, one's your son)

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(You're too late, you're too late, you're too late)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates?)

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed)

The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead)

Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead

Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead

See my thoughts and see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun