Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night And the music's all right 'Cause she's playing all night She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

Hollywood we never goin' down Can't stop, won't stop And all the kids in the hood Come on wave and shake your hands And when you're drunk shake that ass Like you know how to dance Let's dance in the Hood Shake that ass Hollywood Start getting loud I

Kids in love We were kids in love Kids in love And then we grew up But won't you hold me close tonight Like we're kids in love? This is our last goodbye Don't come and find me So hard to see you cry

A man wants to work for his pay A man wants a place in the sun A man wants a gal proud to say That she'll become his lovin' wife He wants a chance to give his kids a better life, yes Well hello, hello, hello brother You can travel all around the world

There's a window of opportunity, She knows what I'm thinking, Reads me like a book, But the key to get a second look, And a come here honey, Is treat her right in the daylight, And I might get lucky. When the kids are tucked in and a half a glass of

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with

(Welcome to L.A) Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got Uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Trying to