Вершы: Quincy Punx. Stuck On Stupid. Malicious Mischeif.

throw a ten pound box of
roofing nails onto Hwy. 94
got nothing better to do than watch
the cars crash cause my lifes a bore
chainsaw down some power poles
and leave people in the dark
plant anti-personnel mines
on the bike paths in the park
malicious mishief
and my body count grows higher
standing in the warm glow
of a 4 alarm house fire
malicious mishief
bring the city to its knees
a living nightmare for police
and insurance companies
put pirahnas in the swimming pools
in the ritzy part of town
cross out rival gangsters tags
and watch em gun each other down
steal a bunch of cotter pins
from the theme-park rides
watch TV the next day to see
how many people died
shoot tear gas in the windows
of a crowded trendy bar
watch the yuppies trample each other
from the safety of my car