U.S. Bombs - Monsters

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 ugliest always on the
gateway we have 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