The Minute You Step Onstage, You Get

I Ain't Got A Job Cause I Ain't Got A Car, So I'm Looking For A Girl With A Job And A Car.

Militant Mothers Hiding In The Basement Using Pots And Pans As Their Shields And Their Helmets.

School's Out Forever, School's Been Blown To Pieces.

Stick A Needle In Your Arm, You Bite The Dust, You Buy The Farm.

She Didn't Know That There Was More Of Me, She'd Have To Learn To Love All Four Of Me.