Its not easy being honest, Its not easy being nice

And I ain't no psychiatrist, i just give good advice

And its easy to get lost in all these streets with spanish names

And all these house, cold and lifeless, like dead bodies, all the same



And corporate assholes who need more money for nicer vacations are moving in and squeezing us all out

Squeezing us all out



Now I dont like your beige house, and i dont like your sound, and I don't like your culture, and I don't like your town

And how close to the heavens can we get by building up? Planned communities and office spaces, I'll be throwing up



When our children and grand kids with views of construction and pictures of small blue houses saying, "hey dad, where did it all go?"

Where did it all go?