Bunchofuckingoofs

Bad Dream in Toronto

Harris and lastman awoke together
Remembering the same dream
In three short years from now
Toronto’s streets will be clean

With no more doorway panners
And not a single sewergrate drunk
With no more dirty squeegees
And no more street punks

Welfare will be gone and there’ll be
No clients for the foodbanks
Children’s aid can play mommy
When single moms join jails ranks

Then the city will be their
World class whitewashed playground
And the tourists won’t even notice
That there’s no locals left around

With no more graffiti
And every doorway daily bleached
All the streets lit brightly
So visitors fears are out of reach
Then big business can boast
Of the best standard of living in the world
And bring in more cash for them
And give the poor what they deserve
Nothing

With the same mentality
Of a speeder when he’s cleaning his house
There’s no need to stop now
All the corner scum is on the way out
And quickly they saw that if they
Forced most the poor to the curb
The police could collect the garbage
As their mission to protect and serve

With cutbacks and workfare
The sick and fucked are pushed to the street
Now at nite the parks are settled
Til the coppers walk their beat
Flushed from only a trees’ shelter
And jackbooted out of doorways
Leaves only them with no options
So it’s off to jail where they’ll stay

But the jails were too crowded
So they’ll build a megajail or maybe three
And promise to close the old ones
When all the cells are all free
But after the classist cleanup
They’ll be pushed for more space
So all the jails will stay open
Packed with defectors from societies race

The next time they arose
After a nite of sucking each other’s cocks
They perfected the ultimate plan
For making this town perfect for jocks
They sent out their goon squads
To crush vendors fruit stands
And teach those sixty year old women
To shake the taxman’s hand

The hookers and drug dealers
Were all easy pickings
And anyone who looked different
Got a good shitkicking
The media was bought out
Cos they all had corporate jobs
The system was making bucks now
Cashing in on new laws

Then they swept away the buskers
And stole all their lifesavings, change
They’ll all join the robbers and rapists
When it’s their new home on the range
Soon it will be pen time
For selling sunglasses without a permit
And now that it’s started
There’ll be no end to their shit

In many ways it’s just the same as hitler’s dream
It’s just how you view the streets as clean
If it were any one group but the indifferent
Racism or sexism would be your next rant
Some people don’t want to play your games
You’re sure that that’s wrong that we all want the same
You should just leave it alone
Cos when it all gets real fucked
It’ll be you that’s to blame
That you’re next out of fucking luck