Cold Concrete

I didn't start no violence

I never tried to fight it

But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide

They say that I incited a riot

Face down on the cold concrete

Where the cops beat and battered me

They got their guns drawn

Fingers on the trigger, crowds thinning out

Things are getting grimmer

They said, "You got no rights, you're a punk

Mohawk, tattoos, kid, you're fucked

You can make your phone call, but make it in handcuffs"

I didn't start no violence

I never tried to fight it

But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide

They say that I incited a riot

Now I'm stuck in the dark, cold cell

And I called up my friends, post my bail

And I said that I was wrongly accused

And I was wrongly beaten and wrongly abused

They said I got no rights, I'm a punk

Mohawk, tattoos, I guess I'm fucked

I can make my phone call, but make it in handcuffs

I didn't start no violence

I never tried to fight it

But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide

They say that I incited a riot

They say that I incited a riot

They say that I incited a riot

I didn't start no violence

I never tried to fight it

But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide

They say that I incited a riot

I didn't start no violence

I never tried to fight it

But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide

They say that I incited a riot

They say that I incited a riot

They say that I incited a riot