Those rustic city fathers were realtors, Realtors And all that profit taking Was a beautiful awakening They built themselves a beauty by the ton, Ton by ton I went there in a panic or for fun, Or for fun I thought i had a calling Anyway i just kept dialling And i sat beside the big puddle like a shriner, Angry shriner So i went to view the tower Its majesty on a dead end street It was a very long journey And it took a lot of energy I strode across the flat battlefield in the sun, The filthy sun