Bouncing Souls East Side Mags Letras:
Ride! x many comin' out through the park past the
dog run smell of shit burning in the sun watch the
cab dent his door happy hour here let's pick up
jorge lock 'em up three cold beers in a cup Inside
Coney something ain't right too many people on a
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friday night i can't see straight in the flashing
lights i got a feeling there's gonna be a fight
wrap it up, pack it up saddle up full tank of
liqour in our guts Drink em down we gotta a ride
going through the lower east side day or night
mags on the run looking for trouble looking for
fun BMX we got suss when we ride don't mess with
us
Letras: East Side Mags Bouncing Souls [final]