April 26th, 1942   There was a riot on the streets   Tell me where were you?   While you were sittin' home watchin' your 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 at 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 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, half the moon's over Miami   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, Ohio   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