Mr. Integrity
L7 Lyrics


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stranded in the streets of san francisco
a rust car pulled along side of me
i looked behind the wheel
and i started to squeal
an idol's face was staring at me

don't preach to me
Mr. integrity

sittin' shotgun,
out of my brain
our muffler draggin'
through the art ghettos
stepped on the gas
gums started to flap
punk rock manifestoes
spittin', fumin',
streets are filled with so much glass
that i wanted to break
eyes spinnin' 'round
as my feet shook the ground
like the san francisco earthquake

don't preach to me
Mr.. integrity
don't preach to me
Mr. integrity
i'm not the enemy
please don't preach to me
Mr. integrity

don't preach to me
Mr.. integrity
i'm not the enemy-- no




please don't preach to me
Mr.. integrity

Overall Meaning

The song "Mr. Integrity" by L7 is a rebellious punk rock track that speaks to the pleasurable lure of living life on the edge. In the first verse, the singer is stranded in the streets of San Francisco when a rusty car pulls up beside her, startling her. She then sees an idol's face behind the wheel, causing her to squeal. In the ensuing verses, she changes tone and is defiant in her questioning of the concept of integrity, especially as it is enforced upon her by societal figures, such as the police and government.


The singer is tired of being preached to by a "Mr. Integrity," which to her is little more than an abstract concept rather than a strictly defined set of values. She's living in the moment, with her gums flapping and the muffler dragging on the car. The punk rock spirit is alive and well in her, as she lists off her rebellious tendencies in the song. The singer doesn't see herself as anyone's enemy, but she's fed up with being told how to live her life. She's hoping to avoid being lectured by anyone, especially not someone who invokes the notion of "integrity."


Line by Line Meaning

stranded in the streets of san francisco
I found myself stuck in San Francisco.


a rust car pulled along side of me
A rusty car pulled up next to me.


i looked behind the wheel
I took a look inside the car.


and i started to squeal
I was surprised by what I saw.


an idol's face was staring at me
I saw the face of a famous person.


don't preach to me Mr. integrity
I don't want to hear your moral lessons.


sittin' shotgun, out of my brain
I was in the passenger seat and feeling out of it.


our muffler draggin' through the art ghettos
Our car's muffler was scraping on the ground as we drove through a rundown part of town.


stepped on the gas gums started to flap
We accelerated and my lips started flapping in the wind.


punk rock manifestoes spittin', fumin'
People were angry about the state of the world and expressing themselves through punk rock music.


streets are filled with so much glass that i wanted to break
The streets were littered with broken glass that made me feel angry and destructive.


eyes spinnin' 'round as my feet shook the ground like the san francisco earthquake
I felt disoriented and unsteady, like an earthquake was happening.


don't preach to me Mr.. integrity i'm not the enemy please don't preach to me Mr. integrity
I don't want to be judged or lectured, and I'm not your enemy.


don't preach to me Mr.. integrity i'm not the enemy-- no please don't preach to me Mr.. integrity
I'm still not your enemy, so please stop preaching to me.




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