Is it come and gone? Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to the sanitation tank?
Is it disinfected? Disconnected till it drafts some wires?
Is it sped up? Swung around? Brown and yellow in the fires?
What is this town? They say I got no place to be
The money meter's taking everything I see

Is it comes in lovely bones to put their shirts on ice?
Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice?
Is it normal? Born again? Let the vultures drink and drown.
Is its force from whether birds of feathers never frown?
What is this town? They say I got no place to be
The money meter's taking everything I see

Is it come and gone? Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
Is it wrapped in trash and sent back to the sanitation tank?
What is this town? They say I got no place to be
The money meter's taking everything I see