Our cities seem to function quite the same:
Sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain,
So the upper-middle class can sleep
(Or shop in peace)
And convince themselves that "trickle-down" will solve this poverty.
Yes, murderers walk our streets and their weapons are their pens, desks, policies and P.R. campaigns
(Fed by the spoils of war)
Against the "lazy, shiftless" populations of the poor.
This system cannot be reformed
(So how about we try something different?)
Rio De San Atlanta, Manitoba Lyrics