There's a dirty little town on the east side of a city made of plastic gold   Where the the old come to die and the young have to dig all the holes   They take their dirty little lies to grave with 'em   That they brought along in luggage with no names on 'em   And leave behind boxes filled with all their souls   Crushing us in this black hole In this black..      Its our time to take it back   Beat the walls until the crack   Burn the city to the ground      Look in every damn direction for a way out from the wall of people closing in   Reaching for my pockets taking every single penny they can   They got their fat fingers stuck inside the pocket of   People doing anything to make a buck   Taking every opportunity they can to hurt us   Then complaining that we don't trust!      No we shouldn't trust them..   Its our time to take it back   Beat the walls until the crack   Burn the city to the ground      Its our time to take it back   Beat the walls until the crack   Burn the city to the ground      In the middle of a one horse   Everybody knows me   Telling my business town.   In the middle of a dead stop   Traffic jam city.   Doing everything to keep me down   In the back of a line of people   Waiting for death to come   So I'm skipping to the front   So I can show'em how it's done      Its our time to take it back   Beat the walls until the crack   Burn the city to the ground