Hideaway hell: city of cardboard boxes,
They lost their hope, now look what it has cost us,
Sleeping in the alleys, yeah, eating from the garbage cans,
At night they're cold, and they need a helping hand.

Hanging them for murder when they don't own a gun,
They're sentenced to die before the trial begun.

Their hunger is deep; no money to their name,
Environment controls them, only bring them pain,
Suffocated and lonely, painting the roses red,
If they knew what we had planted, we might just loose our heads.

Hanging them for murder when they don't own a gun,
They're sentenced to die before the trial begun.

Let's show them some compassion,
Let's show them that we care,
Lets show them some compassion,
Help them breath the air.

People are divided; you know they can't stand,
Stand and be united, and save this promised land,
Garbage is piled high from with out and within,
Land of milk and honey: this is where we begin.

Hanging them for murder when they don't own a gun,
They're sentenced to die before the trial begun.

Let's show them some compassion,
Let's show them that we care,
Lets show them some compassion,
Oh, help them breath the air.