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Mr. Integrity

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  • Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
    A rusty car pulled along side of me
    I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
    An idol's face was staring at me.
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain
    Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos
    Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap
    Punk rock manifestoes
    Spittin', fumin',
    The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
    Eyes spinnin' 'round
    As my feet shook the ground
    Like the San Francisco earthquake
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    I'm not the enemy
    Please don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
    A rusty car pulled along side of me
    I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
    An idol's face was staring at me
    Spittin', fumin',
    The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
    Eyes spinnin' 'round
    As my feet shook the ground
    Like the San Francisco earthquake
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity (ha!)
    I'm not the enemy (no)
    Please don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
  • Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
    A rusty car pulled along side of me
    I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
    An idol's face was staring at me.
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain
    Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos
    Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap
    Punk rock manifestoes
    Spittin', fumin',
    The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
    Eyes spinnin' 'round
    As my feet shook the ground
    Like the San Francisco earthquake
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    I'm not the enemy
    Please don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
    A rusty car pulled along side of me
    I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
    An idol's face was staring at me
    Spittin', fumin',
    The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
    Eyes spinnin' 'round
    As my feet shook the ground
    Like the San Francisco earthquake
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity
    Don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity (ha!)
    I'm not the enemy (no)
    Please don't preach to me
    Mr. integrity