Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls ripping out from the walls
As they walk out from the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

So give the finger to the folksinger
As he's....uh...y'know, doing his thing
On the radio
Sales ride low thru the garbage-pail glow
The radio ghetto-blasting sun
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams

To be continued...