I got you but you got the monkey I'm out here in dead New York city Wanted you befor you might become phobic Why is it that you come when you're hungy? Drop your guns Go Tainted the streets Go Tainted the streets Go Tainted the streets And run with me Let's go You don't know me, but we are your army We got Reverend and guns, we are ready Hey to Kuwait is everyone listening Tell me how is it that we can keep on hurting? Why can't we stop? I got a news from deep I got a hollocoust I need to find some friends Who understand It's like a get up, step up I got my brass knucles in my hand