"Touch My Stuff" lyrics - LIFTER PULLER

I guess it starts with the Sharks
I guess it gets to the Jets
I guess these Bloods they can't stop bleeding
The fighting started friendly enough
Now everybody's making love to guns and tons of biker drugs

We used to fight with our fists
We used to fight over chicks and we kissed at the flicks
And people got pissed and they spit from the balcony
These English majors want to be some super genius novelists
They end up music journalists, chicks ain't that into it

We are the troubadours
And these are the news reports
Here we are in the holy war
Getting lost in the liquor store
Making love to hardwood floors
Now we go into the 4/4

We did the black and the tans, into the black and the blue
We did the Goats Head Soup, into the Tattoo You
And the crazy fruity drinks you made
The Grey Goose and the Gatorade
The liquid tan and lemonade
Made love to the waiting game

And the Right Brigade, that's the funny thing
It ain't just a money thing, it's a question of community
The liberty, the ecstasy, the love, the drugs, the unity
And the busts they look just like the Hey Kool-Aid commercial
They're breaking down the walls and they're tipping over tables and it tastes great

I hate these strychnine shakes
(Looking for a closer)
Clawing through the record crates
(Primping like a poser)
Slipping through the subway grates
(And you're trying to get underground)