Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame And the courthouse's double-breast I'd like to check out your public protests, why you're complaining? Ta!
As you sleep with electric guitars, Range Rovin' with the cinema stars And I wouldn't want to shake their hands 'Cause they're in such a high-protein land Because there's 40 different shades of black So many fortresses and ways to attack, so why you're complaining? Ta!