One two
You're behind the walls of new Rome, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself)
But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take)
Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach?
Blood beach
Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly
Monks hung halo teach
Hung by the math where the cable reach
A hundred and sixty-six channels lit
The train that animal shit
Where the mind's eye redefines
Where's God?
Buy car, Kick tires