I never cared for the moment of loss
Fabricate my way through the street to get on the bus
People smoking meth out of their purses
All the shows in the world ain’t worth it

Let me write a song to show them what is wrong
With putting spikes on the ground to keep the homeless out
They were here first
They were here first

Before you white hippies came and ruined our city
[?] no real meaning
No more art and too much cleaning
No discount no love