Funeral Chic - Ain't Goin' Nowhere Lyrics

Pockets full of pain.
We're goin' straight to hell.
If I ain't dead tomorrow
We ain't goin' nowhere
Can't have peace and quiet
Can't have war all the time.
You can suffer, you can struggle
You can curl up and die.
I've got an axe to grind
I ain't goin' nowhere

I been hazed and abused
Too long and I'm through.
I've got hammers and nails,
A chair and a noose.
I'm here to kick and holler
I have come to bitch and moan.
Easy there, loverboy
It's only rock and roll.

I've got a bone to pick
I ain't goin' nowhere