Has it come and gone?
 Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
 Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank?
 Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires?
 Is it sped up, spun around brown and yellow in the fires?
 
 What is this town?
 They said I got no place to be
 The money meter's taking everything I see
 
 Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice?
 
 Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice?
 Is it normal, born-again?
 Let the vultures drink and drown
 Is it's force from weathers, birds of feathers never found?
 
 What is this town?
 They said I got no place to be
 The money meter's taking everything I see
 
 Has it come and gone?
 Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
 What is this town?
 They said I got no place to be
 The money need is taking everything I see