Outta Control

We’re outta control.We’re out of our minds. Breakin bones bustin glass, hell-bent and hogwild.
You wonder where we’re comin from?
I don’t fuckin know.
This town is brain dead.
Sniffin glue and movin slow.
But we ain’t in no rush.
To get nowhere fast.
We’re KLU, cuttin loose drinkin coke and kicking ass.