Karaoke April 29, 1992 (Miami) Sublime

April twenty-six nineteen ninety-two

There was a riot on the streets tell me where were you?

You were sittin' home watchin' your TV

While I was participating in some anarchy

First spot we hit it was my liquor store

I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford

With red lights flashin' time to retire

And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire

Next stop we hit it was the music shop

It only took one brick to make the window drop

Finally we got our own P.A. where do you think I got

This guitar that you're hearing today?

Homicide never doin' no time

When we returned to the pad to unload everything

It dawned on me that

I need new home furnishings

So once again we filled the van until it was full

Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable

'Cos everybody in the hood has had it up to here

It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year

Some kids went in a store with their mother

I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers

They said it was for the black man

They said it was for the Mexican

And not for the white man but if you look at the

Streets it wasn't about Rodney King

In this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police

It's about comin' up and stayin' on top

And screamin' one eight seven on a mother fuckin' cop

It's not in the paper it's on the wall

National guard smoke from all around

Let it burn wanna let it burn

Wanna let it burn wanna wanna let it burn

I feel insanity riots on the streets of Miami

Oh riots on the streets of Chicago

On the streets of Long Beach mmm in San Francisco

Riots on the streets of Kansas city

Mmm Tuskaloosa Alabama

Cleveland Ohio

Fountain Valley

Paramount Victorville

Eugene Oregon

Eureka California

Hesperia

Santa Barbara

Winnemucca Nevada

Phoenix Arizona

San Diego

Lakeland Florida

Fuckin' twenty-nine Palms