As the flame dies
On a smokey gray Missouri mornin'
A poor little ghetto town is born
In Ferguson
And liberals sigh
Cause if there's one thing that they all need
It's another victim mob to lead
In a ghetto

Jobs, people, we understand
The town needs some workin' men
It'll die with government's cash one day
Everyone's got EBT,
Instead of jobs you see,
So they simply turn their heads
And look the other way

Quickie Marts burns
And they wonder where the jobs all go
When riot damaged business close
Makes a ghetto

As the store still burns
So they start to march again at night
They threaten now to steal
They threaten now to fight
Makes a ghetto

Then creates more desperation
They're trapped can't get away
They turn to drugs, stealing cars
Ain't no jobs, nobody gets far
And liberals sigh
The town narrows down like it was all planned
Burned out quicker than if it's done by the klan
It's a ghetto
As the city dies,

On a smoky gray Missouri mornin',
Another little ghetto town is born
In Ferguson
And liberals sigh