I left the force
It's gone bad
Now I'm looking to brawl
And if I need
Backup fire
Then I know who to call
I only really count on Blaze
Cos everybody looks the same
And the kids all wearing rollerblades
On the Streets of Rage
At the Pine Pot
We warm up
Kicking dudes in the face
(We pound some brews then, we pound some dudes in)
Find turkey meat
On the street
At least it's on a plate
(No salmonella, for this old fella)
We go by boat
And by lift
To the syndicate place
(We cannot move on, til we've killed everyone)
Kick some more dudes
And some girls
We don't discriminate
(I'm not a sexist, but Mr X is)
I only really count on Blaze
And everybody looks the same
And the tubby twins are spitting flames
On the Streets of Rage
Mr X is a threat
With a gun or knife
When he's dead, there's no way
He'd come back...
Mr X was a threat
To our way of life
Did you check if he's dead?
No, it's fine...
(Another signal... Another signal...
Another signal... Yet another signal...)
Mr X is a threat
With a gun or knife
When he's dead, there's no way
He'd come back...
Mr X was a threat
To our way of life
Did you check if he's dead?
No, it's fine...
If you get hit with a knife or a pipe or a chain
Just kick a bin, eat an apple, it'll be ok
I only really count on Blaze
And everybody looks the same
And the tubby twins are spitting flames
On the Streets of Rage
Cos everybody looks the same
They only barely change the names
Of the kids all wearing rollerblades
On the Streets of Rage