The opera is over Singers have all gone home Seats are all empty The kitchen is closed The sidewalks are sprayed down The blinds are pulled down Foundations unstable The wrecking ball is back Quiet business vacancy Quiet business vacancy Rents are rising Our lease is up Culture is down The symphony's concluded The instruments are all cased up The notes are silent Music's still apparent Rents are rising Our lease is up Culture is down Spirits are jaded Art is trying Is art dead Art is dying Is it dead Believe it We need it To move on A one track mind in a one way time Let's go ahead and gentrify We let art die with robot minds They steal the brush and paint boundary lines A stale kind of people we'll find Walking in single file line I think it's time to finally rewind Let's go ahead, we might as well Rents are rising Our lease is up Culture is down Spirits are jaded