Watching imperialists vacation on our homes Cuz they can afford it While all our houses are boarded We're lucky if we get home as tourists
I mean damn How'd they get the fruits of our land And taste the flavors of our wealth and pity We used to run continents Now these negus proud to run their city
That's chasing them anyway The passenger yelled "Floor it!" As we swerve past all the houses that are boarded We're lucky if we can get home as tourists