Monsters - U.S. Bombs

Was a day when this place had company

The place stays the same the people change

Everybodys rich everybodys broke no middle of a class

No in betweens

I look a wreck talkin outta my neck i hate reality

Conservatives

Abusiveness and violence run in my veins

Tornado takes its toll we go down the drain

Were the dirty wretched the ugliest

Always on the gateway got no shame

I look a wreck talkin outta my neck i hate reality

Conservatives we wanna reap

Monsters we are the monsters

Monsters we gotta get out