I Won't See You in the Pit

Listen to me its a 100 degrees

And still you've got your leather jacket on

I know it sure looks nice

Like sugar and some spikes

To be in vogue who cares if the heat is on

You think your cause is valid

But you're on the outside

Join the rank you are fighting you will see

Take over from inside

Forty five minutes just a puttin' up your hawk

Oh boy does it look good and boy do you look smart

You can sing about change

But what's the fucking point

Cops have control oink, oink, oink