Down below beneath a burning hot sun
Out civility's waking up
Hate your neighbor 'cause he's not your kind
Fell out of favor, now he's out of luck
Get in your car, fuel up and get a job
You got no worries, you don't care that much
Pass the beggars as they lie out on the street
Just look away and roll your windows up
You don't have to worry
He's not one of us
Yeah
Is there anyone listening
To this beautiful tragedy
Is there anyone watching
This wonderful nightmare
Don't care much, you'd rather kill
Check out Johnny as he plays out on the street
Keeps to himself, he doesn't say too much
Can't get along with the kids in school
Likes to make bombs and blow things up
His mom and dad think everything's fine
They got no worries, they don't care that much
All that tension bottled up inside
One day soon now he's gonna erupt
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