Mr. Integrity — текст песни (L7)

stranded in the streets of san francisco
a rust car pulled along side of me
i looked behind the wheel
and i started to squeal
an idol`s face was staring at me

don`t preach to me
Mr. integrity

sittin` shotgun,
out of my brain
our muffler draggin`
through the art ghettos
stepped on the gas
gums started to flap
punk rock manifestoes
spittin`, fumin`,
streets are filled with so much glass
that i wanted to break
eyes spinnin` `round
as my feet shook the ground
like the san francisco earthquake

don`t preach to me
Mr.. integrity
don`t preach to me
Mr. integrity
i`m not the enemy
please don`t preach to me
Mr. integrity

don`t preach to me
Mr.. integrity
i`m not the enemy-- no
please don`t preach to me
Mr.. integrity