[Verse 1]
My mama called me up because there's fire on the streets
With all the Berkeley Police
And they're all slobs doing stupid jobs
And we're having indigestion in the belly of the beast
Because we're slobs doing stupid jobs

[Pre-Chorus]
And you put your pom-poms down
You didn't win shit, go
Bail out your guilty ass
It's not your business, uh
Put your pom-poms down
You didn't win shit, go, go
Bail your guilty ass out

[Chorus]
Berkeley's on fire
Your TV lies
We'll be alright
Berkeley's on fire
Berkeley's on fire
I'm still alive
I don't know why
Berkeley's on fire