[Verse 1, Tim Armstrong]
I took a slow drag off my smoke
I leaned back and I drink my coke
I got approached by a shady bloke
He talked big but ahh, he was broke
I was born in a shadowy world
Wasteland, mean and hard boiled
With Tragedies and Turmoil
Disenfranchised and disembroiled

Lost files and small filed places
I don't care what color your face is
One day you're gonna lose all traces
And war shit on all men and races
In the city of down and out
Money's always gonna equal clout
So all along you have to scream and shout
In the city of down and out

[Chorus]
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to obey
Doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to obey
Doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday