Mod - Favola lyrics

Strange days in the neighbourhood

Like stepping on foreign ground

This is the place of our roots

These are the hands that built this land

COULD NOT CARE LESS

Never made no promise nor kept one

JUST GET SOME SPACE

No matter the costs nor the prize

PURIFIED STREETS NOW!

'Bout time examples are made

PUT 'EM ON DEATH ROW

Weed 'em out, it's never too late