God Gettin Funky A-town
Fills them inside to the brim Crawls around inside their skin You're not like them they point and stare You're not like them you can't be there (chorus) Come on down to our little town Have a drink and stick around Nobody here ever touches the ground Nobody here deserves it The greed the hate the greed Do what they want do what they will Live high on successful hill I don't think that this is fair I want to knock them down from there (chorus)
