The papers praise you with eulogies/
a savior of sorts, as self absorbed as kings/
you sold your city to the industry/you left your city in the hands of the enemy
And where [bad word] from there's nothing/and everyone's so god [bad [bad word] with every single lie you tell/I'd like to see you shape a future/I'd like to see you shape a future from the remnants of the past itself
You climb the ladder with your social grace/You switch your ideals just so you can join the ranks/You're sipping [bad word] on the open range/You sold your city to the profits of the global trade
And where [bad word] from there's nothing/and everyone's so god [bad [bad word] with every single lie you tell/I'd like to see you shape a future/I'd like to see you shape a future from the remnants of the past itself
And they've buried our remains under the backdrop of their holy scheme/And they've buried our remains under the asphalt/And they've buried or remains under the dugout of their holy game/And they've buried our remains under the blacktop
And while we had vanished with the dust/You were shaking hands with the president of such and such/And now you overlook our graves inside a skyscraper/atop the soil that you vowed to save