Stranded in the streets of San Francisco

A rusty car pulled along side of me

I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal

An idol's face was staring at me.



Don't preach to me

Mr. integrity



Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain

Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos

Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap

Punk rock manifestoes



Spittin', fumin',

The 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



Don't preach to me

Mr. integrity

Don't preach to me

Mr. integrity

I'm not the enemy

Please don't preach to me

Mr. integrity



Stranded in the streets of San Francisco

A rusty car pulled along side of me

I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal

An idol's face was staring at me

Spittin', fumin',

The 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



Don't preach to me

Mr. integrity

Don't preach to me

Mr. integrity



Don't preach to me

Mr. integrity (ha!)

I'm not the enemy (no)

Please don't preach to me

Mr. integrity