She knew when she got pregnant she could finally catch a man to bring the money home Blessed with no ambition, she was tired of selling sex on the telephone The father of her unborn child worked at night, with two guys in a chrysler van Breakin' into cars and stealin' radios, and sellin' 'em through some fencing scam
Chorus: We are takin' back america, he said, as he popped out the ignition lock On a new blue mercedes in an underground parking lot Rich people got the money, we got nothin' but these big swingin' balls between our legs Gonna take back america, gonna take our share, no we ain't gonna beg
Standin' in the schoolyard, he knew there was trouble when he heard the shots ring out Turnin' towards the corner he could hear the car approaching and someone shout From the side window, there's a flash, and he could feel the bullet go deep into his back And as he fell to the ground, the last thing he said was small fries, and a big mac
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Round the south bay near the airport, in a back garage behind a convenience store There's a meeting going on with some people who ain't gonna take it anymore And in the west side of the city in a chic italian restaurant, some people sit outside in the sun Some talk about the weather, some talk about the earthquake, most talk about some mutual fund...
Compositor: Stanard R Funsten ECAD: Obra #24627115