Hey, why do you stare at me so
It seems you've never seen a girl in color before
Shut up, don't talk, I can't hear London Calling
Ignore the politics, don't kick the back of my seat
Where do I sit in these bizzare standings
If I'm this bored with you are you this bored with me

Punk in Beirut in 1982
Gives you somewhere to go
When there's nothing to do
Turn it around, I don't want to be you
I'm a black market kid
And that's the way it goes

So rude boy, check it out, I'm really tired of you
You know why
You think you're something
I think you've got something to prove
This tape is my escape
Yours is number twenty two
Are you as tired of me as I am tired of you

Punk in Beirut in 1982
Gives you somewhere to go
When there's nothing to do
Turn it around, I don't want to be you
I'm a black market kid

Oi oi oi, 1982
Gives you somewhere to go
When there's no one new
Just turn around, I don't want to see you
I'm a black market kid

I am lost in the supermarket again
Again, again
Oi oi oi, 1982
Gives you somewhere to go
When there's nothing to do
Turn it around, I don't want to be you
I'm a black market kid

Spikes and chains and bondage collars
Ways to stretch my allowance dollars
Can't remember a kid looking like you
I'm a black market kid


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