Lyrics

We've got buildings, we've got space We've got factory floors all going to waste But they're zoned for business and you have 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 fucking eyes can see And I always hear them say, "we need space, more space" We need buildings and billboards and pylons so we can replace, because this is a race There's nevеr enough room to go around There's nеver enough to keep you around