Youve got stick up kids coming right at my back
Two blocks of reasonable rent and its only getting smaller
And the rest of boomtown is only getting taller
Youve got ten miles of traffic and three hundred miles of roadway
And a million lights burning bright night and day
With all these lights going off like roman candles
Its getting too much for me to handle
Boomtowns only based on image torn down and built up from one mans vision
When all the workers are all up and gone
It feels like Im sitting on a ticking time bomb.