Have I the Right

Cold concrete apartments 
  Rise up from wet black asphalt 
  Below them a few carcasses 
  Of the long gone age of privacy 

  It takes a scary kind of illness 
  To design a place like this for pay 
  Downtown's an endless generic mall 
  Of video games and fast food chains 

  One by one 
  The little houses are bricked up and condemned 
  A subtle hint to move 
  Before the rats move in 

  This could be anywhere 
  This could be everywhere 
  Those new kids at school seem cool 
  But dad says not to talk to them 
  Stick to your old friends 
  They're not our kind 
  So now there's lots of fights 

  So many people I know 
  Come of age tense and bitter-eyed 
  Can't create so they just destroy 
  C'mon! 
  Let's set someone's dog on fire 

  Empty plastic 
  Culture slum suburbia 
  Is a war zone now 
  Sprouting the kinds of gangs 
  We thought we'd left behind 

  This could be anywhere 
  This could be everywhere 
  Kids at school are taking sides 
  Along color and uniform lines 
  My dad's gone and bought a gun 
  He says he's fed up 
  With crime in this town 

  This could be anywhere 
  This could be everywhere 
  This could be anywhere 
  This could be everywhere 

  Anywhere 
  Everywhere 
  I hope I'm gone before it explodes 

  I linger late at night 
  Waiting for the bus 
  No amount of neon jazz 
  Could hide the oozing vibes of death 

  My dad's a vigilante now 
  He's bringing home these weird-ass friends 
  Like the guy who fires blanks at his tv 
  When kojak's on 
  Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun 
  To his sixteen-year-old daughter's friends 
  Whose sense of pride and hope 
  Is being in the police reserve 

  This could be anywhere 
  This could be everywhere everywhere...