This is a song about "Against"

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Who will connive... against him

Got me rushed to the station

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Fucking everybody raping against me

It's me against time, to try to work against this man's dream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Assassin gassed with the passin' of adversaries she's matched against

Against my own worthwhile

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Something you couldn't tame, a cunning gain i proclaim war against