It's hard to understand how far people are willing to go In order to keep the city "clean" They call "them" off as useless waste, the drunks, the junks and the poor And label them all insane Here they come again with another State-sanctioned war They'll wipe the city clean from the Homeless and the poor And for those who aren't a part Of the town councilor's plan Pack your belongings Never to come back again It's hard for people who value profit more than solidarity To see things from the angle of a broken soul But in the end it all comes down to what your values are Who's the enemy and who's your brother Here they come again