Kill the Poor

The gutter punk drinks that piss cheap ass swill

smoking the stubs of cigarettes left by

rich assholes unsatisfied with their fill 

who tossed them aside to identify

themselves by what they have just thrown aside 

the punk flips them off with dirty fingers

behind their backs so the point's lost to chide

but his hot anger of course still lingers

at fucking douchebags in their Mercedes

who have no clue how hard the pavement gets

at night with a street light and a cold breeze

and nothing else but a lot of regrets

but he would rather live by that hard truth

than die by an easy lie more uncouth