Bombs to the beggars, We sing bombs to the beggars. Dancing street side, us the Carefree societal casualties. We got everything we need. Bombs to the beggars we plea.
Here come the 5-0. We fall to the ground real slow. Like a union strike on the country Let us decide what should be.
Bombs to the beggars, We plea bombs to the beggars. Littering presidential blvd. with paraphernalia from war. Cries of loss, loss of liberty, Questioning what it's all for. Bombs to the beggars we sing.
Here come the po-po. We refused to keep our voice low. They cuff what was declared free, Arresting a pure patriotic scene.
Bombs to the beggars, we chime bombs to the beggars. We rot in cells without a jury view. Locked down's the crowd, Now the voices aren't voicing so loud. Bombs to the beggars on the news.
Here come the oh-no. The support's coming too slow. They can cut our tongues violently But we still can fight silently.