U.S. Bombs: "Jaks" Lyrics

I aint goin to work today yea why not? cuz id rather work on breakin my own 

bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code 

that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our 

flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it 

full only a trader dont drain his pools (chorus) There i am skatin' solo down 

9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back 

and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me 

dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his 

pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh cuz he was a jak 

we gotta go