the scent of flowers in the crowded street a lonely bell singing for passing feet you may not come in here sweaty time dirty time to stand watch out mouth hard argument you may not come in here hey fold your flag out a steer hoist it up high to make it real a canvas bag to fit it all hands suspended all needs to bend and crawl well whose land are you standing on lines lines lines poor man s ice cream poor man s ice cream and this is so so so real you can see that shining in the gutter it s right over there then which way are you supposed to fear a full set of broken teeth to bear it s right over there they built a wall out of bricks made it real long made sure everyone could see it a message write and this this is not your home you do not belong here well whose land are you standing on they re na na na na knocking on your door well whose land are you standing on they re na na na na knocking on your store what were you dreaming of yeah what were you dreaming of poor man s ice cream poor man s ice cream what do you want from us yeah what do you want from us poor man s ice cream poor man s ice cream what were you dreaming of yeah what were you dreaming of poor man s ice cream poor man s ice cream