Sun goes up, rats come out
Spreading plauge and mayhem around our town
Hunger roams, Narcotic souls
But we are being fed mostly lies
Smart kid knows, how the story goes
So he takes his pen and paper and let it all flow
How long have you been talking to me?
How many shovels of shit have been thrown at me?
Well this will end right here and right now
Cos im that punk rocker with the gun
Unaplyment numbers
They are rising high
Like a testament on how our politicianse lie
Fuck that cue, Im not standing still
They want to see me lined up and posses my will
Im gonna give it back, Every check!
And when you got the last one Im gonna break your neck
How long have you…
It will never change
We’re in the same lane
But I draw this line and you loose
No more apointments
No more stamps for food
Im doing what I want and what I choose
If I’m without a roof
And hunger comes
I just pick up a gun and started to run *