They Grew Up On The Outside Of

I Guess I Just Couldn't See Standing There -- Alive, Talking, Thinking, Breathing, Being -- One Second, And Dead The Next. It Really Bothered Me. Death By Violence Isn't The Same As Dying Any Other Way, Accident Or Disease Or Old Age. It Just Ain't The Same.

...people Get Hurt In Rumbles, Maybe Killed. I'm Sick Of It Because It Doesn't Do Any Good. You Can't Win...even If You Whip Us. You'll Still Be Where You Were Before- At The Bottom. And We'll Still Be The Lucky Ones With All The Breaks. So It Doesn't Do Any Good, The Fighting And The Killing. It Doesn't Prove A Thing.

California Is Like A Beautiful Wild Kid On Heroin, High As A Kite And Thinking She's On Top Of The World, Not Knowing She's Dying, Not Believing It Even If You Show Her The Marks.

Can You See The Sunset Real Good On The West Side? You Can See It On The East Side Too.

I Am A Greaser. I Am A Jd And A Hood. I Blacken The Name Of Our Fair City. I Beat Up People. I Rob Gas Stations. I Am A Menace To Society. Man Do I Have Fun!