Not a Track Bike

Here's my attempt to discern the lyrics to Not a Track Bike. Please help if you can by suggesting changes in the comments field.

she has the defect of these many fine qualities

I'm punk and partial to the faction of these mirz

no dear dependent faces took the chance and fight the races

could nas the red quilt go

blow up codjew the blow up the glass face

blow the glass floor blow up the house rock

I want and need to have life

I am a pack and pan but

or the thing that we won't fight down I want a little bit back

she needs to love to Canarsie

fat sand and wet sand the darkies

right now she cuts through the butter

slim jim and fat load a motherload

blow up the cop shops prop up the molotovs

pen up the gentry stabbing for entry

I I want an interesting life without the requisite strife

and inherit the meek full time

I want and interesting life

(guitar solo)

I just stood beneath your nails

death rays and sex fiend chemicals

4000 guys like you

4000 thousand girls too

all over them all over the american walls seriously

I am the boy that

I want want an interesting life on the lower east side

I'd rather fucking die

I think it's a beautiful mistake

and I paid back my old love

and gods been here steaming mail

screaming "no what an interesting life"

(breakdown)

so unbound these uneven keys

through the worships though my archepile

I've found that dream to do what you kept fucked in shepards full

the cast full the catwalk blow up the psycho

I want an interesting life,

not the kind you can buy, not the kind you can trade

not the kind you can fake

due to the tragic events of every month

there will no longer be smile or fun

and we need a new lightbulb and cuckhold disease

and to molt in between

so everyone get away