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 idol´s face was staring at me

don´t 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

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

don´t preach to me
mr.. integrity
i´m not the enemy-- no
please don´t preach to me
mr.. integrity