those rustic city fathers were realtors,
realtors
and all that profit taking
was a beautiful awakening
they built themselves a beauty by the ton,
ton by ton

i went there in a panic or for fun,
or for fun
i thought i had a calling
anyway i just kept dialling
and i sat beside the big puddle like a shriner,
angry shriner

so i went to view the tower
its majesty on a dead end street
it was a very long journey
and it took a lot of energy
i strode across the flat battlefield in the sun,
the filthy sun