We're going down Looking around this place man I've got to get out of here All those people here are crazy (gonna drive me nuts) Looking at their race I never wanted to be in Where's the door, just get me out of here We're going down We're going down and out yeah down and out Looking at all these cars Now they're blocking my escape L.A. Freeway, never free no way 15 miles an hour The Clash tape up past ten Ten more minutes and I can breathe again "Do it right" - but how can I? When I'm not even given the chance To correct The mistakes I've already made So hard to answer questions When I don't even know what they are How can they expect me to try things their way?