We’ve got buildings we’ve got space
We’ve got factory floors all going to waste
But they’re zoned for business but you’ve got no business in this place
That used to be my job this used to be my beat
They smashed out the windows and put up plywood sheets
That scream cash for gold wisdom as far as my f**ing eyes can see
I would always hear them say we need space more space
We need buildings and billboards and pylons because this is a race
There’s never enough room to go around
There’s never enough to keep you around