I got some hard times 
Two punks up on the subway 
It's a long way to go 
To get to Leicester Square 
 
A hard line 
It's the one you gotta cross 
The one you gotta cross 
To get you anywhere  
 
Michael's on his way to pay back syndication 
A fist ? and his backstreet education 
The 8-ball stops him low 
Demonstrations show 
It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah  
 
I got none 
I got no mind for... nothing 
I got no insight, I got no feelings 
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here  
 
The clockers (?) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: Fear 
To rob us for some different ? places no one near 
The tension begins to grow 
? so 
He ? yeah  
 
I got none 
I got no mind for... nothing 
I got no insight, I got no feelings 
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here  
 
Yeah!!!  
 
Ah no no!!! 
ah no!!! 
Ah no no no no!!! 
 
I got some hard times 
Two punks up on the subway 
It's a long way to go 
To get to Leicester Square 
 
A hard line 
It's the one you gotta cross 
The one you gotta cross 
To get you anywhere  
 
Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar 
His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar 
He act so (?apropos?) ? stall 
He makes his point then jumps in 
joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (?mulatto girl?)  
 
I got none 
I got no mind for... nothing 
I got no insight, I got no feelings 
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here  
 
Yeah!!!  
 
Ah no no!!! 
Ah no!!! 
Ah no no no no  
 
I got some hard times 
Two punks up on the subway 
It's a long way to go 
To get to Leicester Square  
 
A hard line 
It's the one you gotta cross 
The one you gotta cross 
To get you anywhere  
 
Yeah!!!  
 
You see I got none 
I got no mind for... nothing 
I got no insight, I got no feelings 
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here