Another tower went up, where the homeless had their homes..

We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them

The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue

Another day, another dollar, another war,

Another tower went up, where the homeless had their homes

So we pray to as many different Gods as there are flowers

But we call religion our friend

We’re so worried about saving our souls

Afraid that God will take His toll

That we forget to begin