Lyrics:
Daycare Swindlers

I say words are weapons How do you feel? My guns loaded with walls so thick To keep it in I got these questions In the books on my mind and I'm trapped

hey pig where are you whats up with all the trouble that you put me through i try so hard to be good i just wish i could policeman never let your hair

Down at Thompkins square park where the locals are Pumpin' up on passion taking it a bit too far Reaching into fury someone's talking to you Finger on

Thankful to be alive no anchor no chain is holding down on me And I can say I'm under the philosophy that everyone around here stops looking down on

Cold grey is the cement where I lay watching the pig in his uniform take a slug from his coffee He bought with the money that he earns watching making

Old man, dirty old man, walking down that mile long road Got a suitcase in his hand but he's got to place to go His shoes don't fit his coat ain't clean

Left the big city think it was yesterday Got in some trouble there but thats the price you pay for living underground just stay put and believe in the

Call in the troops an load up the bombs we are we are we are we are marching to war and a war can't be won we are we are we are we are my gun is pulled

History repeats pressure make it quit age old slavery plan exploitation of man when I die bury me in the dirt where I won't need no money and I won't