watch me
    Waitress out dressed like nurses in bondage
  Brought me the check, said I want you to sign this
  Union boy standing next to the rastas
  There's gonna be a strike and you ain't gonna stop us
  Three men standing and they love what they do
  You won't see it coming, cause they wanna surprise you
  Consider it done, they're gonna stand right by you
  American punks don't care about you
  Hollywood what you gonna do? [x2]
    Don't say that you don't understand
  Don't say that you can't comprehend
  Don't say that you don't understand, this is California Babylon, my man
    You can take away the nights with sights with bright lights
  Seeks still ride, engage in street fights
  Two to the head, pull around, he's dead
  Suspect fled, caught up with bloodshed
  No sign of hope, we fight and sling dope
  Junkies to our left, no fix, they can't cope
  Violence won't cease, hand me the crow piece
  No peace or sleep, we fight with police
    this is the city that'll make all your dreams come true
  so pay attention
    [chorus]
    At last she had arrived, we turned in exhausted
  Cocaine in her pocket, she can get busted
  Once again she passes, now she's gone
  Now she's with her friend, her beautiful young
  She showed up on the scene, she was 17
  Now she's 21, she does some more coke, she does some more coke
  She drinks some whiskey and she smokes some dope
  She thinks she's a star [x4]
  Do you know who you are? [x4]
    [chorus]
    Thanks to Rick (rschnuerer@hotmail.com) for these lyrics
  Thanks to Brandon (iratepunk@angryforlife.com) for correcting these lyrics