I see the walking, talking results of
p**n mags and tabloid television,
Bad parenting and poor nutrition,
Sexual abuse and domestic violence
I see juggalos at the gas station,
In the convenience store—
Buyin' cigarettes with change—
Vomit on their clothes,
Metal in their faces,
Tattoos up their arms
I see ‘em at the Wal-Mart—
Pimpled and missing teeth,
Red-faced and strung-out—
Buyin' sh** they can't afford—
Pants saggin' off their a**es—
Crooked hats on their heads
I see society's rejects—
The scumbags and dirt-balls—
Human garbage, broken and scarred—
Clowns without a cause or a country—or even a circus