Kevin

London Town raised Purple haze in his brain Fucked up again In a rage against the machine again Taking our teens again When will it end? La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la High top, low fade Rolling up the grade, yeah High risk, low pay He smokes it all away, all away Don't give a fuck, so he walks with a light step (yeah), yeah (yeah) Suburban boredom's the cause of the violence He's used to the sirens La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la London Town raised Purple haze in his brain Fucked up again In a rage London Town raised Purple haze in his brain Fucked up again In a rage Coors Light, cigarettes Looks a mess Short hair, stinky breath Teacher says he's worthless (You'll get the end over at a reason) Yeah He laughs at the pain Cold blood stains of what remains He prays and asks for a change But won't look him in the face, ooh La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la