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Where did they come from?

Why are they here?

Hi-tech piranhas

With Bluetooth barnacle ears

Living breathing biohazards

Spit their money in everyone's face

Worship all these shitty indie-pop bands

Babies in cigar bars

Trying to play Gatsby

They want us gone

Close the clubs

We might disturb their lofts

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Where's the gangs in the mission

When you need em?

How 'bout some yuppie drive-bys

For a change?

Never knew geeks

Could be so damn mean

Artists and workers

Bulldozed out by the thousands

Can't afford to be black

Or teach school in this town

My vet had to relocate

To his garage

Where can we go

Oakland, then to Portland then LA?

Their Gold Rush immolated like Pompeii

But they're back!

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Yuppie San Francisco

Nowhere left to go

We got news for you

Kook City

Proud of it

You and the Chamber of Commerce

Can shove it

Kook City

Proud of it

You and Nancy Pelosi

Can go straight to hell

Valet parking signs on Valencia

Wanna chase those twits

Down the street with a chainsaw

Trespass their restaurants

Swipe the food off their plates

Til' they hit me

Then smear them with honey

And release thousands of bees

Look at the giant middle finger

They put by the Bay Bridge

So floors of luxury condos

Just for them

They're trying to put up more and more

On slippery landfill

So when the big quake comes

We'll drink a toast

Dance in the streets

And watch as it all fall down

Timber

Timber

Timber

Die!