Ghost of a city shivers
While you escape the night
No food in the city limits
No place for life
Split the road keep the poor in it
Straight clean line
Run away first sign of trouble
Where your money keeps you safe
Hammer through the windshield
Queued up for the private pick up
Block the lanes
Dollar child beats the living struggle
Tear it away
Suck the city dry then run and hide
Eastside estate
When you drive down in your luxury car
You'll have your duty paid
Hammer through the windshield