Screaming Yells, Funky Smells, It's Eviction Day In The City

Bagged up clothes, faded hopes
Left in a discarded rush;
On the ground
There's a feeling
of despair;
Coughing parents,
Sickly children,
See their icy breath;
And on every street corner you'll see:

Screaming yells, funky smells,
It's eviction day in the city!
Time to die, suicide,
Soon it will be shelter time!

Families thrown out
And the cop cars
Swirl a bright red and blue,
As the looters rush
Home with their booty


Hear the banks laugh
Counting money
In their limousines,
Dark tinted windows
Don't see:

Screaming yells, funky smells,
It's eviction day in the city!
Time to die, suicide,
Soon it will be shelter time!

Now you fell! Go to hell!
Have fun in your shelter grime!
Life's not worth a single dime!

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