Was a day when this place had company
The place stays the same the people change
Everybodys rich everybodys broke no middle of a class
No in betweens
I look a wreck talkin outta my neck i hate reality
Conservatives
Abusiveness and violence run in my veins
Tornado takes its toll we go down the drain
Were the dirty wretched the ugliest
Always on the gateway got no shame
I look a wreck talkin outta my neck i hate reality
Conservatives we wanna reap
Monsters we are the monsters
Monsters we gotta get out
Writer(s): Robert Pickett, Leonard Capizzi
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