East Side Mags Lyrics
East Side Mags - The Bouncing Souls
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Through the park past the dog run
Smell of sh*t burning in the sun
Watch the cab dent his door
Happy hour's here let's pick up Jorge
Lock 'em up lock 'em up lock 'em up
Three cold beers in a cup
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Inside convey something ain't right
Too many people on a Friday night
I can't see straight in the flashing lights
But I got a feeling there's gonna be a fight
Wrap it up pack it up saddle up
Full tank of liquor in our guts
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Drink 'em down we gotta a ride
Going through the lower east side
Day or night mags on the run
Looking for trouble looking for fun
Bmx we got suss
When we ride don't mess with us
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
We are the mags