[Verse 1]

Well, you greet the tokens and stamps

Underneath the fake oil-burnin' lamps

In the city we forgot to name

The concourse is four-wheeled shame

And the courthouse is double-breast

I'd like to check out your public protests

Why're you complaining? Ta

[Verse 2]

Those who sleep with electric guitars

Range Rovin' with the cinema stars

And I wouldn't want to shake their hands

'Cause they're in such a high-protein land

Because there's forty different shades of black

So many fortresses and ways to attack

So why're you complaining? Ta