London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain
Fucked up again
In a rage against the machine again
Taking our teens again
When will it end?
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
High top, low fade
Rolling up the grade, yeah
High risk, low pay
He smokes it all away, all away
Don't give a fuck, so he walks with a light step (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Suburban boredom's the cause of the violence
He's used to the sirens
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain
Fucked up again
In a rage
London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain
Fucked up again
In a rage
Coors Light, cigarettes
Looks a mess
Short hair, stinky breath
Teacher says he's worthless
(You'll get the end over at a reason) Yeah
He laughs at the pain
Cold blood stains of what remains
He prays and asks for a change
But won't look him in the face, ooh
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
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