Ain't got no action grip
  Don't come with a full compliment of weapons
  Get off your illin tip
  I don't recognize anybody from around here anymore
    And I don't want to be your punching bag
  Are we losing
  are we Middle class gangsters
    Wasn't looking at your girlfriend
  Didn't touch your Mustang
  When I was
  In the parking lot
  What don't you comprehend
  Well I'll speak slowly if your on something
  Or faster if your not
    And I don't want to be your punching bag
  Are we losing
  Are we middle class gangsters
    So put on British steel
  Curse today and
  How you're feeling
  Well everybody up and down my block
  They used to matter when we used to rock
    And I don't want to be your punching bag
  Are we losing
  Are we middle class gangsters