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Where did they come from?Why are they here?Hi-tech piranhasWith Bluetooth barnacle earsLiving breathing biohazardsSpit their money in everyone's faceWorship all these shitty indie-pop bandsBabies in cigar barsTrying to play GatsbyThey want us goneClose the clubsWe might disturb their loftsDot com Monte CarloDot com Monte CarloWhere's the gangs in the missionWhen you need em?How 'bout some yuppie drive-bysFor a change?Never knew geeksCould be so damn meanArtists and workersBulldozed out by the thousandsSongtexteCan't afford to be blackOr teach school in this townMy vet had to relocateTo his garageWhere can we goOakland, then to Portland then LA?Their Gold Rush immolated like PompeiiBut they're back!Dot com Monte CarloYuppie San FranciscoNowhere left to goWe got news for youKook CityProud of itYou and the Chamber of CommerceCan shove itKook CityProud of itYou and Nancy PelosiCan go straight to hellValet parking signs on ValenciaWanna chase those twitsDown the street with a chainsawTrespass their restaurantsSwipe the food off their platesTil' they hit meThen smear them with honeyAnd release thousands of beesLook at the giant middle fingerThey put by the Bay BridgeSo floors of luxury condosJust for themThey're trying to put up more and moreOn slippery landfill,So when the big quake comesWe'll drink a toastDance in the streetsAnd watch as it all fall downTimberTimberTimber.DIE! Aus Songtexte Mania