Lyrics:

Hands in pockets; his wallet's a weapon,
Corporation hit-man; nothing's left when he's done,
They came in from Phnom Penh, got seven children - what's the difference?
He'll just evict them, no need to trick them - just a victim.

He don't know the family,
He don't need a reason,
He just plays the game of buy and sell,
People don't concern him; money is what drives him,
Why should he be bothered by their hell?

Waiting on sundown, they get the low-down: "I don't want you in my town."

No way to hold out, just bought and sold out...down the river,
No one to turn to; their home went to the highest bidder.

He don't know the family,
He don't need a reason,
He just plays the game of buy and sell,
People don't concern him; money is what drives him,
Why should he be bothered by their hell?

Waiting on sundown, it's the story of uptown,
Another refugee run down; there is gonna be a showdown.