Doomsday

[Verse 1: Tim Armstrong] I took a slow drag off my smoke I leaned back and I drink my coke I got approached by a shady bloke He talked big but ahh, he was broke I was born in a shadowy world Wasteland, mean and hard-boiled With tragedies and turmoil Disenfranchised and disembroiled Lost files and small filed places I don't care what color your face is One day you're gonna lose all traces And war cheat on all men and races In the city of down and out Money always gonna equal clout So all along you have to scream and shout In the city of down and out [Chorus] Preacher wants a Judgment Day Junkie keeps the world at bay Policeman wants us to obey Doomsday, doomsday, doomsday, doomsday [Chorus] Preacher wants a judgement day Junkie keeps the world at bay Policeman wants us to obey Doomsday, doomsday, doomsday, doomsday [Verse 2: Skinhead Rob] Give me mine, give me all that you've got Take off your shoes and fork over the pot I like your chain and I'm needin' the watch And your girl looks good, she could travel the block It's all here if you're looking to score I'm downtown San Pedro at fourth Everything from the stem to the torch Then we hang 'em all high for a few dollars more Said I won't, but I bet that I will So fun your clothes, I suggest that you chill They all talk about keeping it real But the second that it pop up, I bet your homeboys squeal Let it go, you ain't ready for drama Get you sore for trying to wreck my new karma Ain't cause I want to, it's just that I've gotta You know, conscience is a motherfucker, lock up your daughter [Chorus] Preacher wants a judgement day Junkie keeps the world at bay Policeman wants us to obey Doomsday, doomsday, doomsday, doomsday [Chorus] Preacher wants a judgement day Junkie keeps the world at bay Policeman wants us to obey Doomsday, doomsday, doomsday, doomsday [Verse 3: Tim Armstrong] And the television's spewing hate Talking 'bout the rising crime rate Heard the broken state gonna say it It's all second-rate and we're rolling way too late US is washing clean In the heart of Washington And if he's looking in Making do within the machine [Chorus] Preacher wants a judgement day Junkie keeps the world at bay Policeman wants us to obey Doomsday, doomsday, doomsday, doomsday [Chorus] Preacher wants a judgement day Junkie keeps the world at bay Policeman wants us to obey Doomsday, doomsday, doomsday, doomsday