Lyrics - We Don't Want The Poor In New York City by Undead

(
Steele)
We don't want the poor in
New
York
City
No!
That's not the way it's supposed to be
We don't want the poor in
New
York
City
In
America!
The land of the free
You got nothing to say
Shut your mouth
Get in line
You got nothing to say
Here's your check
Here's your food stamps'
Til next time
We don't want the poor in
New
York
City
No!
That's not the way it's supposed to be
We don't want the poor in
New
York
City
In
America!
The land of the free
Move you down to the
Lower
East
Side
Raise the rent
Speculation, gentrification
Move up to
Harlem, the
South
Bronx
Then who knows where?
We don't care
We don't want the poor in
New
York
City
No!
That's not the way it's supposed to be
We don't want the poor in
New
York
City
In
America!
The land of the free
They got me in a rut
I don't know where
I'm going
Crammed into a few small blocks of the
Ghetto
Break out!
We don't want the rich in
New
York
City
I don't care about them, they don't care about me
We don't need the rich in
New
York
City
Just wait and see
We don't want the rich in
New
York
City
They cram us into
Ghettos
Soon, they'll be building walls
We don't want the rich in
New
York
City
It's like
Germany, back in '43

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