Tonight, when I dream it will be
That the junkies got the plague and died outside
Of the family gardens and rough housing
And the punk kids who moved in the ghetto
Have started shooting their neighbors besides the wealthy ones
With the yards, that their poor ass hands don't dare lay a finger upon
And the anarchists have started
Filling potholes, and living in garbage
To prove they don't need government
To fucking die
And I'll wake up, eating babies of the poor
"Throw your hands in thе air cause I don't understand sciencе"
That the junkies got the plague and died outside
Of the family gardens and rough housing
And the punk kids who moved in the ghetto
Have started shooting their neighbors besides the wealthy ones
With the yards, that their poor ass hands don't dare lay a finger upon
And the anarchists have started
Filling potholes, and living in garbage
To prove they don't need government
To fucking die
And I'll wake up, eating babies of the poor
"Throw your hands in thе air cause I don't understand sciencе"
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