| Song | Riot |
| Artist | Dead Kennedys |
| Album | Plastic Surgery Disasters |
| Rioting◇the unbeatable high | |
| Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky | |
| Everyone knows this town is gonna blow | |
| And it's all gonna blow right now＃. | |
| Now you can smash all the windows that you want | |
| All you really need are some friends and a rock | |
| Throwing a brick never felt so damn good | |
| Smash more glass | |
| Scream with a laugh | |
| And wallow with the crowds | |
| Watch them kicking peoples' ass | |
| But you get to the place | |
| Where the real slavedrivers live | |
| It's walled off by the riot squad | |
| Aiming guns right at your head | |
| So you turn right around | |
| And play right into their hands | |
| And set your own neighbourhood | |
| Burning to the ground instead | |
| Chorus | |
| Riot◇the unbeatable high | |
| Riot◇shoots your nerves to the sky | |
| Riot◇playing into their hands | |
| Tomorrow you're homeless | |
| Tonight it's a blast | |
| Get your kicks in quick | |
| They're callin' the national guard | |
| Now could be your only chance | |
| To torch a police car | |
| Climb the roof, kick the siren in | |
| And jump and yelp for joy | |
| Quickly◇dive back in the crowd | |
| Slip away, now don't get caught | |
| Let's loot the spiffy hi-fi store | |
| Grab as much as you can hold | |
| Pray your full arms don't fall off | |
| Here comes the owner with a gun | |
| Chorus | |
| The barricades spring up from nowhere | |
| Cops in helmets line the lines | |
| Shotguns prod into your bellies | |
| The trigger fingers want an excuse | |
| Now | |
| The raging mob has lost its nerve | |
| There's more of us but who goes first | |
| No one dares to cross the line | |
| The cops know that they've won | |
| It's all over but not quite | |
| The pigs have just begun to fight | |
| They club your heads, kick your teeth | |
| Police can riot all that they please | |
| Chorus | |
| Tomorrow you're homeless | |
| Tonight it's a blast |
| Rioting the unbeatable high | |
| Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky | |
| Everyone knows this town is gonna blow | |
| And it' s all gonna blow right now. | |
| Now you can smash all the windows that you want | |
| All you really need are some friends and a rock | |
| Throwing a brick never felt so damn good | |
| Smash more glass | |
| Scream with a laugh | |
| And wallow with the crowds | |
| Watch them kicking peoples' ass | |
| But you get to the place | |
| Where the real slavedrivers live | |
| It' s walled off by the riot squad | |
| Aiming guns right at your head | |
| So you turn right around | |
| And play right into their hands | |
| And set your own neighbourhood | |
| Burning to the ground instead | |
| Chorus | |
| Riot the unbeatable high | |
| Riot shoots your nerves to the sky | |
| Riot playing into their hands | |
| Tomorrow you' re homeless | |
| Tonight it' s a blast | |
| Get your kicks in quick | |
| They' re callin' the national guard | |
| Now could be your only chance | |
| To torch a police car | |
| Climb the roof, kick the siren in | |
| And jump and yelp for joy | |
| Quickly dive back in the crowd | |
| Slip away, now don' t get caught | |
| Let' s loot the spiffy hifi store | |
| Grab as much as you can hold | |
| Pray your full arms don' t fall off | |
| Here comes the owner with a gun | |
| Chorus | |
| The barricades spring up from nowhere | |
| Cops in helmets line the lines | |
| Shotguns prod into your bellies | |
| The trigger fingers want an excuse | |
| Now | |
| The raging mob has lost its nerve | |
| There' s more of us but who goes first | |
| No one dares to cross the line | |
| The cops know that they' ve won | |
| It' s all over but not quite | |
| The pigs have just begun to fight | |
| They club your heads, kick your teeth | |
| Police can riot all that they please | |
| Chorus | |
| Tomorrow you' re homeless | |
| Tonight it' s a blast |