Armaghetto

Armaghetto Lyrics

The sun never shines downtown it seems, for looming glass towers eclipse the skies,

but the financial district fortress gleams like the twinkle in a dead mans eyes.

Black limos lurk on the freeways like fierce chariots off to battle

unaware of the poor on the MTA or the bums scrounging for precious metals.

It’s funny how the boss sells his stocks just before the market crashes.

Like the factory gates that are locked forever, the workers thrown out on their asses.

Class war profiteers are making cash, off of human despair and urban strife.

They would rather pay for more tear gas than rejuvenate a ghetto back to life.

The streets here aren't paved with gold. They are kept tidy with the bomb and gun.

Tidy never kept anyone from the cold when they’re living off of California Redemption.

Who would think twice or hesitate before running a poor man through?

It's he can imagine life from a homeless point of view

And the woman who once knew that life and acutely felt the pain

of being, hungry, cold, alone and standing in the rain.

But now she lives the “good life" with a place where she can sleep.

Some would call it squalid but for it she works all week.

People come to give her help; they see how hard she tries.

And still people that have it worse are ignored and denied.

There are endless chances to labor but no opportunity to work.

If you won't bend for the slavers you'll get treated as a shirk.

So many people sleep in a cardboard bed or toil away their lives in the pit.

When the starving millions beg to be fed the rich will say "let them eat sh*t".

Yet the people still have hope. Through fear and famine people persist

‘till capitalism sells us the rope we use to hang them with.

Now and again I catch a gleam, for looming glass towers can't smother all.

And when the lights flicker on at night, there is not much further we can fall

Black limos exit the freeway and pass the homeless without care.

One bum smiles and gives a wave, anticipates when he'll be there.