In a town called Tweakerville the people never sleep, they speak a language
called gibberish and struggle just to eat.
In a town called Tweakerville they build towers of garbage to the sky,
your friends steal your belongings, help u look for them, and ask the question why.
In a town called Tweakerville it’s for sure an altered state, it's where the rich rob and
pillage, taking from those who have nothing else to take.
In a town called Tweakerville the government steals the kids,
under the guise of children's welfare they sell these kids for a small mint.
In a town called Tweakerville they suspend your right to drive,
then profit even further when you're forced to go on with your life.
Going further into debt is the end result that they seek,
while rounding up the tweakers is a monumental feat.
In a place called Tweakerville there's always so much drama, someone's always
doing dirt for themselves or their baby's momma.
In a place called Tweakerville the wicked never sleep,
and to the end a promise they say that they will keep.
In a town called Tweakerville the population all will lie,
and blame everyone else for the reasons that they cry.
In a place called Tweakerville all the money seems to flow,
but where that money goes, no-one ever wants to show.
In a town called Tweakerville no one ever gets off their lazy ass, they are
stuck behind closed doors praying to a pile of glass.
A place called Tweakerville is a place no one should want to go,
it's a place where addiction and real pain is all you will ever know.
Tweakerville is not heaven or hell; it's every town USA,
and it's killing everyone, twenty four hours, every day.