As if isolation's not enough

Just try to organize and rise above it

Then you'll find out what it's all about

This is not my community

This is not what I represent

Participation's breathing down my neck

There's no way I'm giving in

But still you're stuck living in ...

Ramona

Where there's nothing more than meets the eye

A peaceful lie for vat-grown teenage alcoholics

Unchallenged by adversity

Disjoint from history

And pinned down by boredom

In lowered trucks and concert shirts

It's a great place for children and pets

It's a rural cage with no need for walls

The blind youth crawl insanely towards the nets

In search of identity

They're already condemned to

Poorly planned pregnancies and vocations

But you know what

They don't want

(Welcome to Del Taco, may I take your order?)

All the politics of growing up

As if coping with it ain't enough

You try to organize and rise above it

Because you found out what it's all about (bullsh ...)

This is not my community

This is not what I represent

Participation's breathing down my neck

There's no way I'm giving in

But still you're stuck living in ...

Moraga

It won't let things change

An upper-crust fairy tale for the popular and decent kids

Ignorant of reality

Handed everything from hatred to their G.T.I.

Ganja, kegs and football games

With the cops there to keep out all minorities

A quiet fraud buried in the hills

Where schooling means exclusivity, intolerance and hypocrisy

And the sad thing is

You better get used to it

Because high school, it never ends

Welcome to the system

(You got a problem with me?)

This is not our community

This is not what we represent

Participation ain't where it's at

There's no way we're giving in

Yet still we're stuck living in

R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.

R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.

(Hey, where're ya from?)