Lyrics:

Samson, if only your last name was Ite
You would be called Samson Ite
And no one would care about you
Except when you're lost
Cuz you, you just kick it around
Following everyone around
With an upsidedown frown
In this crazy-ass town
With only one horse

Well they got bags full of cans
Where they're not supposed to be
And the bags full of cans
They are laughing at me
And the hungry, they want to know what's in the bags
But the freaks, they just want to know what's in my head

Well, I'm thinking about what happens
When the horse decides to run away
It will be a shitty day
Oh, Samson Ite, you freak
Why'd you have to spook the horse?
Now all they care about
Is the lost horse

These are the people in your neighbourhood
In your neighbourhood
In your neighbourhood
Yes, these are the people in your neighbourhood
They're the people that you meet each day