Felt my stomach drop when I met this chick in a restaurant
I looked into the eyes of black eyeliner and jailbird bars
I guess you could say she was a government slave of society
Out of jail during the day to go to Higher Grounds cafe
She needed help but is being a slave
And hated the only way
Wearing a name tag on her wrist
Screaming, "I'm re(habilitated), re(habilitated)"
Instead of making money off this tragedy
I don't really think you're helping her
And that's right, mе
Money, money (Up yours!)
Building more jails for thе lower class and bored
She needed help but is being a slave
And hated the only way
Wearing a name tag on her wrist
Screaming, "I'm re(habilitated), re(habilitated)"