Waitin' on Sundown

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.