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