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



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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





Chorus repeat 





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...