| Like the latest fashion | 
| Like a spreading disease | 
| The kids are strappin' on their way to their classrooms | 
| Gettin' weapons with the greatest of ease | 
| The gangs stake their own campus locale | 
| And if they catch you slippin' then it’s all over pal | 
| If one guy’s colors and the other’s don’t mix | 
| They’re gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out | 
| You gotta keep 'em separated | 
| Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out | 
| You gotta keep 'em separated | 
| Hey, they don’t pay no mind | 
| If you’re under eighteen, you won’t be doin' any time | 
| Hey, come out and play | 
| By the time you hear the sirens | 
| It’s already too late | 
| One goes to the morgue, the other to jail | 
| One guy’s wasted and the other’s a waste | 
| It goes down the same as the thousand before | 
| No one’s getting smarter, no one’s learning the score | 
| Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate | 
| Is gonna tie your own rope | 
| Hey, man you talkin' back to me, take him out | 
| You gotta keep 'em separated | 
| Hey, man you disrespecting me, take him out | 
| You gotta keep 'em | 
| Hey, they don’t pay no mind | 
| If you’re under eighteen, you won’t be doin' any time | 
| Hey, come out and play |