Yeah I'm a hard working man and I'm down on my lucknWith a broom and a dustpan, just tryin' to raise a bucknIt's not the fact that I don't wanna worknAnd I'm not gonna take it anymoren(Take it Chris!)nSpillin' my guts out every nightnFor a bunch of blank stares just looking for a fightnIt's not the fact that I don't wanna worknBut we're dreamin' for change once again.nnVoices cry out deep in the nightnThe streets are empty againnBut what's the explanation for just putting up a fightnWhen San Diego's burning within.nnYou see, nobody else here wants to do itnUntil somebody else does it firstnTake a look around, S.D.'s burning to the groundnThe condition's gone from bad to worsennTime is running out, yeah the future's full of doubtnAre the good times really over? nWe can make the good times nownA neurotic, self conscious, superficial wastelandnIs what I would call my townnnVoices cry out deep in the nightnThe streets are empty againnBut what's the explanation for just putting up a fightnWhen San Diego's burning within.nnI try to think back to all the timesnI try to remember whennWhat's the explanation for just putting up a fightnWhen everybody's trying to winnnBurn it down to the groundnBurn it down to the groundnYeah Yeah Yeah YeahnnVoices cry out deep in the nightnThe streets are empty againnWell what's the explanation for just putting up a fightnWhen San Diego's burning within.nSan Diego's burning withinnSan Diego's burning withinn