Let me tell you what we've got
Several giant parking lots
Motor city with a mall
And a crumbling city hall

Every smile is a scowl
Conversations end in rows
And the racial epithets
And the homophobic threats

We’re an army here of gimps
Jocks and motorcycle pimps
With our brothels in the tracks
At the motor motel shacks

Every bungalow is brown
Everybody doing down
That's the neighbor's house on fire
An amphetamine empire

All the kids are litterbugs
Grooming bullies to be thugs
The ravine is full of trash
And the water leaves a rash

But the crime rates here are low
Up in old Ontario
And they say you’re safe as milk
If you're of the proper ilk
You can hear the highway here
However far however near
And its drone erodes away
At every soul that comes to stay

But the soccer in the park
A black market after dark
Darkened haunts darkened doors
All sincerely truly yours

For the blacklisted and hated
For the excommunicated
Sworn never to return
But before soon you will learn

You were lost you were home
Now you have a place to roam
I am lost I am found
Evidently chickentown