they say the boulevard is no place to be
pinball and coffee alright with me
cant live alone, i gotta be free
i hate my parents more than they hate me.
schools and factories make me sick
id rather stand here and sell my dick

trouble at the cup, trouble at the cup

theres a war on the boulevard
were the enemy
fucking white cars are watching me
fucking pigs travel in pairs
beat on my friends, nobody
cops and sirens fill my life
im sick of the pressure, im ready to fight.

trouble at the cup, trouble at the cup

i got no use for drugs, i never get high
i wanna shoot a cop, i wanna see him die
riots in the 60s were a whole lot of fun,
when all these pigs forgot how to run
wont take it any more
stand by the edge, severe our ends

trouble at the cup, trouble at the cup.

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Thanks to (Morgan) for correcting these lyrics. Aug 25, 2008