Loud, subaltern city streets
Bellies wild with discontent;
Tall, glass buildings, where we meet
Watching classes in descent

Whoever made these robot angels
Made these urban trash crustaceans;
They occupy the same streets
And we fill the day with locusts and magazines

Just south of here, utopia
For sixty bones, euphoria
They're keeping cartoon main streets lit
And all these puppet cultures learn
Every first world has a third;
Only love escapes this glass metropolis

Now information without flesh
Means your body's just a drive
Loading up with life and death:
The after-human has arrived
Melancholy and relief
For the things we never know
A constellation of defeat
In this sidewalk shadow show

Whoever made these robot angels
Made these urban trash crustaceans;
They occupy the same streets
And we fill the day with locusts and magazines
Just south of here, utopia
For sixty bones, euphoria
They're keeping cartoon main streets lit
And all these puppet cultures learn
Every first world has a third;
Only love escapes this glass metropolis

Let your eyes go
To Llano
Out the window
To the last maypole