Yeah I'm a hard working man and 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
And I'm not gonna take it anymore
(Take it Chris!)
Spillin' my guts out every night
For a bunch of blank stares just looking for a fight
It's not the fact that I don't wanna work
But we're dreamin' 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.
You see, nobody else here wants to do it
Until somebody else does it first
Take a look around, S.D.'s burning to the ground
The condition's gone from bad to worse
Time is running out, yeah 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
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.
I try to think back to all the 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
Burn it down to the ground
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Voices cry out deep in the night
The streets are empty again
Well what's the explanation for just putting up a fight
When San Diego's burning within.
San Diego's burning within
San Diego's burning within