10 years after, his guts still churned, He packed his bag and he returned To people like horses they were well bred, Beauty in the flesh but empty in the head They talked of money and trains so fast, Manicured smiles for the lower class From a city on a hill where greed is sacred, They sneered at the world their parents created Chorus All their cocaine and credit cards, Didnt get them very far All of their money and fancy cars, didnt drive them far from Manzanar Black and white like a photograph, All that was good was in the past The ground was amber waves of green, The future looked so serene The people were cold, their edges sharp, Plastic mouths open out came the bark Youre the under class, not like the rest, all your life youll be second best Chorus A jury of peers or was it fate? That turned all his love into hate A snarling dog spitting out broken teeth, He fought every inch but the grade was steep Backed in a corner, they beat him down, a wreath of thorns for his boyhood crown Not gonna live an eternity of shame, he killed himself and stole my name
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