London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain
Fucked up again
In a rage against the machine again
Taking our teens again
When will it end?

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la

High top, low fade
Rolling up the grade, yeah
High risk, low pay
He smokes it all away, all away
Don’t give a fuck, so he walks with a light step (Yeah) , yeah (Yeah)
Suburban boredom’s the cause of the violence
He’s used to the sirens

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la

London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain
Fucked up again
In a rage
London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain
Fucked up again
In a rage

Coors Light, cigarettes
Looks a mess
[?] fuckin’ mess, Kevin!
Short hair, stinky breath
Teacher says he’s worthless
Yeah
He laughs at the pain
Cold blood stains of what remains
He prays and asks for a change
But won’t look him the face, ooh

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la