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
