East Side Mags Lyrics

Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride

Through the park past the dog run
Smell of shit burning in the sun
Watch the cab dent his door
Happy hour's here, let's pick up Jorge

Lock 'em up, lock 'em up, lock 'em up
Three cold beers in a cup

Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride

Inside Coney something ain't right
Too many people on a Friday night
I can't see straight in the flashing lights
But I got a feeling there's gonna be a fight

Wrap it up, pack it up saddle up
Full tank of liquor in our guts

Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride

Drink 'em down, we gotta a ride
Going through the lower east side
Day or night, mags on the run
Looking for trouble, looking for fun

BMX, we got suss
When we ride don't mess with us

Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride

We are the mags

Bouncing Souls - Bouncing Souls

Dec 1997

1. Chunksong
2. Cracked
3. East Coast! Fuck You!
4. East Side Mags
5. Holiday Cocktail Lounge
6. I Like Your Eyes
7. Kate Is Great
8. Low Life
9. Party At 174
10. Say Anything
11. Serenity
12. Shark Attack
13. Single Successful Guy
14. The Screamer
15. The Toilet Song
16. Whatever I Want (Whatever That Is)