April 29th, 1992 Lyrics - Guttermouth

April 26th, 1942 

There was a riot on the streets 

Tell me where were you? 

While you were sittin' home watchin' TV 

While I was participating in some anarchy 

First spot we hit it was my liquor store 

I finally got all that shit I can't afford 

Red lights flashin', time to retire 

And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire 

Next stop we hit, it was the music shop, 

It only took one brick to make the window drop 

Finally we got our own P.A. 

When two guys are holdin' hands I'd assume they are gay 

When we returned to the pad to unload everything 

It dawned on me that I could use a loveseat 

So once again we filled the van 'til it was full 

Since that day my living room's been much more comfortable 

The man in the hood with the forty years 

He's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year 

Some kids went in a store with their mother 

I saw her when she came out she was gottin' some Pampers 

They said it was for the black man 

They said it was for the mexican 

But not for the white man 

If you look on the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King 

About this fucked up situation and fucked up police 

Ooh, said I'm comin' on top and I'm comin' on top 

And screaming 187 on a big ol' cop 

Show those paintings on the walls 

Crabs are crawling on my balls 

Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn 

It burns, it burns, it motherfuckin' burns 

(Just when I pee) 

Oh, I'll have the Moons over My-Hammy 

Riots on the streets of Chicago 

Riots on the streets of Long Beach 

Mmm, San Francisco 

Riots on the streets of Kansas City 

Tuskaloosa...Alabama? 

Creveland, Ohi-ro 

Fountainberry, Texas, Paramount, Vista Buelle, and all these other 

shitty places that no one would ever wanna go to anyways, so you 

might as well burn them 

Let it burn 

Let it burn 

(Mr. Burns) 

Let it burn 

(Mr. Burns, Mr. Burns) 

Let it burn 

Let it burn