Had to keep my bags close on the fast train
Still love the city but it brought the pain
Standing there hopeless drenched in the rain
Thievery prompted endless gain
There he go again that man with the mask
Ask me if I want in but I had to pass
Hand on the steering wheel foot on the gas
Takin your stuff and ain't even ask
We're gonna have a blackout, i'm guessin
Looting is some people's, profession
Everyone has pent up, aggression
Tonight we're goin wild like it's 1977
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Left me up in it, hell naw I can't stay
Might have to find you, take you away
Societies love of money can't stay
Got a dollar bill but can't even pay
Robbin the rich i'll bring to the poor
Give it all to me or i'm kickin down the door
I really had to think but I went for some more
See my picture up at the grocery store.
We're gonna have a blackout, i'm guessin
Looting is some people's, profession
Everyone has pent up, aggression
Tonight we're goin wild like it's 1977