Agent 51 - San Diego's Burning

I'm a hard working man, yeah I'm down on my luck

With a broom and a dustpan, just tryin' to raise a buck

It's not the fact that I don't wanna work

I'm just not gonna take it anymore

Spillin' my guts out every night

For a bunch of blank stares just looking for a fight

It's not that the fact that I don't wanna work

But we're screamin' for change once again.

Voices cry out deep in the night

The streets are empty again

But what's the explanation for just putting up a fight

When San Diego's burning within.

Yeah, nobody here wants to do it

Unless somebody else does it first

Take a look around, watch it burn into the ground

The condition's gone from bad to worse

Time is running out, and the future's full of doubt

Are the good times really over? We can make the good times now

A neurotic, self conscious, superficial wasteland

Is what I would call my town

I try to think back to other times

I try to remember when

What's the explanation for just putting up a fight

When everybody's trying to win

Burn it down to the ground