DESCRIPTION:
NO JOBS
JUST BROKEN COGS
I BET YOU THOUGHT
YOU GOT PROBS
YOU GOT PROBS?
WHO DOESN'T GOT?
'CAUSE WE GOT LOTS
MORE STREETS FOR THE MOBS

MORE STREETS, NO FOOD
TO PACIFY OUR MOOD
NO MEAT, MORE BLOOD
BEGIN THE CRIMSON FLOOD

OFF WITH YOUR HEADS, TAKE A BOW
IT'S TIME TO LIE DOWN, REMOVE YOUR CROWN

CAN'T STAND THE DAMN TV
SICK OF WHAT IT'S FEEDING ME
GOT TO GET UP ON MY FEET
SEE WHAT'S REALLY ON THE STREETS

LOOTING, BOMBING, KILLING - ALL FOR YOU
WE'RE OUT FOR BLOOD REVENGE - YOU'LL BLEED, TOO
BANKS, BILLS, TAXES--WE'RE DEBT SLAVES FOR LIFE
CAN'T PAY MORTGAGE, WHAT?--THE STREET'S YOUR LIFE

STREETS, MOBS, VIOLENCE RISING - NO CONTROL
BLOOD, DEATH - DOESN'T MATTER WHO'S IN CONTROL

PROBLEM, REACTION, HERE'S THE SOLUTION:
MARTIAL LAW BEGINS, SEND THE ARMY IN
LET 'EM TRAIN THEIR GUNS, HAVE SOME FUN
ROUND 'EM UP IN PENS, PUT 'EM ON THE TRAINS
SEND 'EM OFF TO CAMPS—WHAT'S BEGUN...?
WHAT'S BEGUN...?