It's time for a new understandingIf you're one of the manyWho the Family has let goHold on stay together when crashin'Sellin' fake hits of AcidTo a college asshole[Chorus]I can tell that I disgustUgly old faces I seeYou call us Mall ratsThe town is callous to the kids on the streetKids on the streetKids on the streetKids on the street...yeahI know like an animal's knowledgeWhat you never acknowledgeAnd prefer to ignoreAnd I go like a brick through a windowThere may be no tomorrowI don't care anymoreHere I am I ruined your wallTalk responsibility, ugliness, Mall rats, the townIs callous to the kids on the streetKids on the streetKids on the streetKids on the streetOh, the kids on the streetSmarmy people I'd like to blow them all awayVacant faces and language of clichésHypocrites aspiring to e all the sameI will act on all my dreamsAnd take things to extremesIn this time of a new understandingWith the darkness descendingAnd your money all goneI will hang tough making weirdness a virtueI will never desert youIn your quest for the dawnI can tell that I disgustUgly old faces I seeYou call us Mall ratsThe town is callous to the kids on the streetKids on the streetKids on the streetKids on the street...yeahOh, the kids on the streetOh, the kids on the streetOh, the kids on the street