It's another day in Culver City,
Where the boys are tough and the girls are pretty (top choice grade a).
Yes, the stronghold wins with an ultimatum.
With force the horse repeats verbatim, (exactly what he heard)
'God Bless the thugs that rule our town.'

But if you want to get a shout in,
Go and open up your eyes.
You better check your ethics at the door.
Cause I've got lots of stories,
And I don't have many worries,
And I'll knock your sorry face upon the floor.

Like a war on terror you'll see them coming,
And you'll hear the moan of the drummer's numbing (from the ghetto blaster).
Yes, its time to clear the streets of evil,
Before the peasants try upheaval (and kick the mayor out),
And Culver City is exposed.

But if you want to get a shout in,
Go and open up your eyes.
You better check your ethics at the door.
Cause I've got lots of stories,
And I don't have many worries,
And I'll knock your sorry face upon the floor.

But if you want to get a shout in,
Go and open up your eyes.
You better check your ethics at the door.
Cause I've got lots of stories,
And I don't have many worries,
And I'll knock your sorry face upon the floor.