Terminal City
This city's terminal, you say that's automatic
Say I'm melodramatic...worst of all
Without the cracks and fissures the beauty is missing
From every single place around here
Only hammers and loaders, evictions and closures 'round here
When I feel terminal you say psychosomatic
I think it's more than that...it's physical
When this place was living I breathed in rhythm
With every single place around here
Now a clock is ticking on every living thing around here
This plague is criminal, the basement to the attic
A soul encased in polyurethane
In plate glass and marble,
Fluorescents and garbled intentions everywhere around here
'Til the dust is settled and finally their intentions are clear
Gentrification made in the name of those bourgeois conquistadors
A squeegee nation full of convenience stores,
Workfare and homeless wars, trading floors
Market whores' paramours
Closing doors
Don't take this the wrong way,
But there's something ticking in the emporium
A note wrapped 'round a brick through the solarium
A wrench that will fix this market delirium
We'll smash plate glass and marbled fluorescence and garbled intentions
Everywhere around here
'Til we can breathe in rhythm with every single place around here
