There's a dirty little town on the east side of a city made of plastic gold

Where the the old come to die and the young have to dig all the holes

They take their dirty little lies to grave with 'em

That they brought along in luggage with no names on 'em

And leave behind boxes filled with all their souls

Crushing us in this black hole In this black..



Its our time to take it back

Beat the walls until the crack

Burn the city to the ground



Look in every damn direction for a way out from the wall of people closing in

Reaching for my pockets taking every single penny they can

They got their fat fingers stuck inside the pocket of

People doing anything to make a buck

Taking every opportunity they can to hurt us

Then complaining that we don't trust!



No we shouldn't trust them..

Its our time to take it back

Beat the walls until the crack

Burn the city to the ground



Its our time to take it back

Beat the walls until the crack

Burn the city to the ground



In the middle of a one horse

Everybody knows me

Telling my business town.

In the middle of a dead stop

Traffic jam city.

Doing everythingto keep me down

In the back of a line of people

Waiting for death to come

So I'm skipping to the front

So I can show'em how it's done



Its our time to take it back

Beat the walls until the crack

Burn the city to the ground