Mr. integrity
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 idols face was staring at me dont 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 dont preach to me
Mr.. integrity dont preach to me
Mr. integrity im not the enemy please dont preach to me
Mr. integrity dont preach to me
Mr.. integrity im not the enemy-- no please dont preach to me
Mr.. integrity