I'm breathing your air, Sam Katz.nAnd by the time we've forgotten your name,nMy second tongue will grow and so nWill my seventh toe.nnI know, it's not easy running a city, a business and a baseball team today.nAnd so, it's probably best to kill some people with your poison spray,nThey're only gonna protest the city summit anyway.nnI'm laughing my ass off, Sam,nAt those hippies in Wolseley taking a stand.nBanjo-pickin' on the front porch,nPatchouli-stinkin' up the town.nSam, get the cannons, let's take 'em down! Let's take 'em down!nnI know, it's not easy running a city, a business and a baseball team today.nAnd so, it's probably best to kill some people with your poison spray,nThey'll just protest the private garbage company anyway.nnI know it's so hard to run a city and a baseball team today.nAnd so, it's probably best to kill some people with your poison spreay,nWho needs the charging-bison-hating hippies anyway?