Money City

He’ll go to a motel and he’ll pay by the hour

Maybe they’ll kiss, but they’ll probably chat

He’ll come with a conscience and leave with a friend

Expensive psychologist

He’s been waiting for hours near the neighbourhood centre

Waiting for a friend that won’t show up

He’s been musing on issues like eternal damnation

Wondering where we’ll all end up

Oh my god, think about your future

Oh my god, you’d gotta plan better

Oh my god, think about your future

Oh my god, you gotta plan better

There’s rows of old houses and they’re getting the cut

They’ve been there for long enough

We need to make way for an interconnected highway

You’ll understand our need for growth

A bunch of old racists, they’re running the country

A city asleep by 9pm

The boomers, they’re moaning about their investments

They’ll leave us in the mess we’re in

Oh my god, think about your future

Oh my god, you’d gotta plan better

Oh my god, think about your future

Oh my god, you gotta plan better

You can’t that, no you can do that, no you can’t do that

You can’t that, no you can do that, no you can’t do that

Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh ooh ohh

You can’t that, no you can do that, no you can’t do that

You can’t that, no you can do that, no you can’t do that