Chant
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Don't smoke, don't drink, don't fuck around
Kill anyone with a beer in their hand
'Cause if you drink you're not a man
straight-edge, straight-edge in your face
You don't belong in the human race
Sound off 1-2, Sound off 3-4
We don't want you round here no more
You can get drunk, fall down on the floor
We'll step on you and watch the blood pour
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Fall out!
Yeah!
Do You Know?
Arriving in boats
Black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed
Covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leades, she's small
Pinned my ass to the wall
For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time
She'd be readin' my mind
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it
This is Critcal Mass
So far, so good
I heard the other say
So good, so far
They're takin' me away
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrake it
This is C
Black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed
Covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leades, she's small
Pinned my ass to the wall
For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time
She'd be readin' my mind
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it
This is Critcal Mass
So far, so good
I heard the other say
So good, so far
They're takin' me away
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrake it
This is C