What a wonderful place.
Where buildings rise
And cities fall short of a better place.
What a wonderful feeling it would be,
To sit back and watch it all fall down.
Just might, put me to sleep at night.
I'm not sure how to cope.
In a place where the system depends on crushing and stepping
On the lower classes for any source of profit
In a place where the freedom of one man
Depends on another ones fall at the right price.
It might as well be packages up and sold.
In a place where the power of the rich
Gets spit back in our face
And another on the streets feels the pain.
In a place where a million voices can be wrong.