Verse 1I’m tired of them Somalians runnin’ this town,Takin’ over Wilmar, tearin’ it down.Downtown’s a mess, don’t tell me it’s fine,Blinders on tight, you’re wastin’ my time.They’re chasin’ the girls, blond hair, blue eyes,Three, four smiles, they don’t even disguise.Callin’ ‘em names, right out in the street,I’ve seen ‘em in Walmart, droppin’ a seat. Pre-ChorusI’m an American soldier, I’ve been around,Seen enough to know this ain’t my town.Cell phone store, they barge right in,Hands on the counter, yellin’ with a grin. ChorusJoe Firkus wrote this tune, Joe Firkus sings it loud,Thick as hair on a dog, they’re gatherin’ in a crowd.Can’t swing a dead cat, no room to breathe or play,Somalians everywhere, that’s all I got to say. Verse 2Beautiful Wilmar? That’s a damn lie,Squint all you want, but open your eyes.I don’t go downtown, I steer clear of the fray,SA, Walmart, I’m stayin’ away.They’re rude and they’re bold, demandin’ it all,I’ve watched this town crumble, I’ve seen it fall.Small city blues, it’s no good no more,A soldier’s gotta warn what’s knockin’ at the door. Pre-ChorusI’ve been around, I know what’s true,This ain’t the place I once knew.They’re takin’ it over, step by step,And nobody’s fightin’, nobody’s kept. ChorusJoe Firkus wrote this tune, Joe Firkus sings it loud,Thick as hair on a dog, they’re gatherin’ in a crowd.Can’t swing a dead cat, no room to breathe or play,Somalians everywhere, that’s all I got to say. BridgeWhere’s my Wilmar gone? Where’s it hidin’ at?Buried under chaos, beneath a swung-dead cat.I’m tellin’ you boys, and girls, hear me cry,This town’s goin’ under, and I won’t stand by. ChorusJoe Firkus wrote this tune, Joe Firkus sings it loud,Thick as hair on a dog, they’re gatherin’ in a crowd.Can’t swing a dead cat, no room to breathe or play,Somalians everywhere, that’s all I got to say. OutroSo long, downtown, I’m done with the fight,Joe Firkus warned ya, I’m outta sight.Thick as hair on a dog, it’s plain to see,Wilmar ain’t Wilmar, it’s lost to me.
