they got to arguin' about a little dime bag - yeahnnthey wasnt watchin at all how their dog got therennin a rainy rush hour moment a chance at life was crushednnhe was standin out in traffic, he said won't you help me pleasennnnthese are cocaine timesnnwhen the lumpen diennthis is the bitter fruitnnit was a downtown tragedynnnnthey stopped an ambulance but they couldn't do nothin - nonnhe scooped up the small form, blood was on his clothesnnto drift that haunted landscape was more than she could takennshe gazed off towards the highway never to return againnnnnchorusnnnnthat we all breathe the same oppression, i was confirmed in my beliefnnvicious attacks on the victims have never caught true thievesnnnnrepeat 1/2 chorus, then end