We shovel in food

We shovel it out

We point our fingers proudly at the ones that don't belong

We levy our voice

We give it a growl

We stand like a wall in front of all we don't know

Oh homo

Oh homo

Oh homo saps in the

End its one man with his finger in the crack

All the naysayers they pay less than the tax payers demand

and get all of the hand Out

of Africa was a movie I never saw

But I was told I would cry

I tried

I don't cry anymore.