| Bang, bang, gets things done | |
| We're lost at the edge of time | |
| No money, it ain't a crime | |
| Doing things the way that | |
| I chooseGonna make the front page news | |
| My finger on the gun | |
| Bang, bang, it gets things done | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| You got nothing, nothing to lose | |
| Street life, pay your dues | |
| Gonna sing the young man blues | |
| You got nothing, nothing to lose | |
| I want dollars, sex, instant fame | |
| Let it rock, the name of the game | |
| Steal a car and | |
| I'm ready to fight | |
| A fat cop gonna read you your rights | |
| I'm lost on the heartbreak zone | |
| Hold tight, don't let go, no, no, no | |
| You got nothing, nothing to lose | |
| Street life, pay your dues | |
| Gonna sing the young man blues | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Fall from grace, child in time | |
| Born of thunder, one of a kind | |
| Fire and ice, battle cry | |
| Powers within, they multiply, yeah | |
| OhLoose gun and | |
| I can't be beat | |
| White trash kickin' the street | |
| A city brat gone far from home | |
| A city brat don't want anymore | |
| My finger on the gun | |
| A bang, bang it gets things done | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| You got nothing, nothing to lose | |
| Street life, pay your dues | |
| Gonna sing the young man dues | |
| You got nothing | |
| You got nothing, nothing to lose | |
| Street life, pay your dues | |
| Gonna sing the young man blues | |
| You got nothing, nothing to lose | |
| You gotta scream and fight | |
| Hey, hey, yeah, hey, hey, yeah | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa | |
| No, no, no, no, no, no | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Yeah, yeah |