"Every crowd of younger has had its little games to prove if you're punk or not. My cousin in New York plays 'Chickie',
which is two cars heading towards each other at about 80 miles an hour. The first driver to swerve out of the way is of
course the chicken. On the Lower Eastside they'd make you press a lit cigarette onto your forearm and have it burn all the
way up to the filter without the slightest flinch. Here, in upper Manhattan, guys jump off cliffs into the Harlem river where
the water is literally shitty because right nearby are the giant sewer deposits where about half a million toilets empty
their goods daily."


[Thanks to btoma@hotmail.com for lyrics]