Undead We Don't Want The Poor In New York City
(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