Many hand has scaled the grand old site of the Chateau
Some belonged to Unions, and others from Mexico.
Concrete pours and bricklaid floors abound on this land.
It would have sucked if the schmucks had built it all on sand.

Nothing in the rooms but buckets and brooms
And a discarded book about sex.
Fake grass and trees and ornate blooms.
It'll look nice now don't you vex.

Idiot Immigrants, they planted your plants
And look at what they've done.
The job aint clean, they acting mean.
And your paying them a ton.

Nothing in the halls, the workers went to malls
To spend their fifty bucks a clip.
Now don't frown, the chimney looks tall.
Have some Merlot, take a sip.

Many a hand began to screw around with Quikreate dust.
It looked like crack, so they caught you in a drug bust.
The worthless Union workers called their high paid Union reps.
You trudge up to your cell, while they walk down the steps.