When you see their faces bloodied
and they ain't go no money
They go no $#&@ing room to breath

And they my be living among you and me
That's what I see and read


Rich or poor, it looks like a televised class war
Breed 'em quick and watch them grow with no control
And you'll be at peace with nothing

Not even what you own

Rich or poor, it looks like a televised class war

Breed 'em quick and watch them grow with no control
And you'll be at peace with nothing
No even what you own


And there's no sense in seeing
And there's no use believing in hope

But nothing can be done
And the fight will rage until there is only one
and everyone else just dies