It's hard to understand how far people are willing to go
In order to keep the city "clean"
They call "them" off as useless waste, the drunks, the junks and the poor
And label them all insane
Here they come again with another
State-sanctioned war
They'll wipe the city clean from the
Homeless and the poor
And for those who aren't a part
Of the town councilor's plan
Pack your belongings
Never to come back again
It's hard for people who value profit more than solidarity
To see things from the angle of a broken soul
But in the end it all comes down to what your values are
Who's the enemy and who's your brother
Here they come again…
