Rich man smells smoke
He smells something burning green
Doesn’t like the odor better put some badges on the scene
Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin’ round
And if that don’t work
We’re gonna close that park down

Yesterday a man was busted trying to walk his dog
Cop didn’t like his attitude, say that he was against the law
Shoot everybody with a mut on this side of the town
And if that don’t work
We’re gonna close that park down

What about your truth and your mother’s apple pie
I guess it’s all another part of your grand designing lie
Should I tell you something pretty so you don’t end my way of life
Or should I come up from behind with some stolen rusty knife
Well maybe I should sit by and watch you kill my friends
And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you never end
Perhaps I can learn to hate you
But I think I already do
All I know for sure right now
It’s gotta be me or you
While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar bill
I’m off in some other park and I’m laughing at you still

Laughing at you