[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