The Gang On Fortune Hill

Lyrics

They're boiling down a platform The helipad's complete They're flying in a fatcat So he won't have to smell the streets Streetwalkers hear the chopper They think it's the police The fatcat's mumbling memos To a young girl at his feet And his thirty-five vice-presidents All drive Cadillac Sevilles Which they keep polishing In hopes they get to join The Gang on Fortune Hill They're peeling off a billboard And rolling up a star The Marlboro man's been shot down By the girl with the cigar And they're tearing down a building But the squatters have a hunch They get back inside the ruins While the wreckers have their lunch Captain gets on the horn and says Get out or you'll all be killed Don't you know the building Spoils the view For the Gang on Fortune Hill The smog has nearly lifted Busdrivers are on strike People walk the streets now But they stay indoors at night All except for someone Who tried to make it big When they shot him from a limo His last words were hey man dig If you wanna get ahead now You're gonna have to pay the bill Cough it up and deliver it With a smile To the Gang on Fortune Hill