| Song | Jaks |
| Artist | U.S. Bombs |
| Album | Warbirth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Martinez, Peters | |
| I aint goin to work today yea why not? 'cause id rather work on breakin my own | |
| bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code | |
| that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our | |
| flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it | |
| full only a trader dont drain his pools (chorus) There i am skatin' solo down | |
| 9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back | |
| and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me | |
| dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his | |
| pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh 'cause he was a jak | |
| we gotta go |
| zuo qu : Martinez, Peters | |
| I aint goin to work today yea why not? ' cause id rather work on breakin my own | |
| bones with some style ya know Go 45 M. P. H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code | |
| that ya better know and there' s one style its to skate We skate in packs our | |
| flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it | |
| full only a trader dont drain his pools chorus There i am skatin' solo down | |
| 9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back | |
| and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me | |
| dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his | |
| pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh ' cause he was a jak | |
| we gotta go |
| zuò qǔ : Martinez, Peters | |
| I aint goin to work today yea why not? ' cause id rather work on breakin my own | |
| bones with some style ya know Go 45 M. P. H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code | |
| that ya better know and there' s one style its to skate We skate in packs our | |
| flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it | |
| full only a trader dont drain his pools chorus There i am skatin' solo down | |
| 9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back | |
| and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me | |
| dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his | |
| pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh ' cause he was a jak | |
| we gotta go |