Well you greet the tokens and stamps
Beneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps
In the city we forgot to name
The concourse is four-wheeled shame
And the courthouse's double-breast
I'd like to check out your public protests
Why you're complaining ta!

You 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 40 different shades of black
So many fortresses and ways to attack
So why you complaining? ta!