Runaways - Dead End Justice Lyrics
(s. anderson/c. currie/k. fowley/j. jett)Im a blond bombshell and I wear it wellYoure momma says you go straight to hellIm sweet sixteen and a rebel queenI look real hot in my tight blue jeansDead end kids in the danger zoneAll of you are drunk or stonedDead end kids youre not aloneYou sleep in the street when youre not at homeLong hot summers make you wanna fightThe roar of the city lasts all nightYou like drugs you like brewYou wont believe what I can do to youDead end kids in the danger zoneAll of you are drunk or stonedDead end kids youre not aloneYou sleep in the street when youre not at homeI got away clean with my fake idNo more school or mommy for meStealing cars and breaking heartsPills and thrills and acting smartDead end kids in the danger zoneAll of you are drunk or stonedDead end kids youre not aloneYou sleep in the street when youre not at homeIn the ***** citySpaces aint that prettyAs I was getting dustedI happened to get bustedOh yes I was arrestedOh God how I protestedThey beat me with a boardIt hurt just like a swordThey kicked me in the eyeMy brain began to fryThis is like a movieI know Im gonna screamAll the pain that I feelMakes me feel meanIts so sad and crazy hereI think Im gonna cryIf I dont wake up from this dreamI think Im gonna........dieWhere am !?Your in a cheap run down teenage jail thats whereOh my god!Yeah blondie your gonna be here till your 18 so get used to itBehind the bars, theres a superstarWho never had a chanceShe could sing, she could danceYou dont sing and dance in juvie honeyBehind the walls, theyve seen it allGotta have, gotta haveJustice, justiceDont want your law and orderJustice, justiceOr world wide disorderWhat you in for?Wouldnt you like to know.Behind the fence, there is no defenseTheres murder, rape and briberyIn and out, burglaryYou dont look so toughOh I been aroundOn the planet sorrow, there is no tommorrowGonna get.....Justice, justiceDont want your law and orderJustice, justiceOr world wide disorderYou cant turn off the tearsThey crawl in juvenile hallCruel reform schoolsThey dont smile, they got no bail or jury trialJoan, lets break out toniteOk cherie, whats the plan?You grab the guard, in the prison yardGet his keys and gun, well runMy old mans waiting outside in a vanIs he handsome?Youll seeCause you know, we gotta be freeJustice, justiceDont want your law and orderJustice, justiceOr world wide disorderWell go far through the prison yardYou and me, we will be freeJust be safe, dont be lateIf you see the guard dont hesitateBut joan Im getting tiredIve run out of fireI cant go any fartherBut cherie you must try harderJoan, Im down, my ankleI cant go on, but I cant leave youWhat do I do?Save yourself, you know what you gotta doOh my god
