"In every phase and facet of national life
There is a war being waged on America's poor
The only apparent solution to this scourge of homelessness is to build more and more prisons"

The sun descends on the set so slowly
The prisoner waits for the final signs
One last look before the darkness takes him
As the system fails by its own design

Believe you're really going to make them pay
Keep them out of sight and locked away
Compartmentalized with no way out
A generation's future now in doubt
This groundswell hypocrisy
Seems reserved for the few
Who find courts of law
But no justice

Who dares disrupt the ordered lives
Of those too deaf to heed the cries
Ignore the torment of the faceless millions
And we'll share a common fate

This groundswell hypocrisy
Seems reserved for the few
Who find courts of law
But no justice