Lyrics

Conceptive city soon to contract And birth a child of its own rats And I've been waiting, oh I've been waiting Long enough to take this town And what was found on the walls Written by a third grader and it read And I was found like molten rats In your cities unkept, in your cities I wept This takes us to well groomed children cross legged Groping at braille trying to find their creators name In fervor and panic wanting to go home in mini van and Good smells In tandem with mom and tranquilized in defense All your mothers, your fathers, your sisters and Brothers Head to hills overlooking buildings of banks And telephone operations It was then they saw the born purpose To excavate holes and reproduce And eat the sweepings of And spread disease in sects of three One, two and three And in all there's nothing left And in all there's nothing left Chicken feed left for your heirs Streets leaked with sewage for the mind And I was waiting, oh I've been waiting Long enough to take this town To take this town All the way down To take this town