See the Concrete Tepee,
Reaching out to you.
As you turn the corner,
Of head on down Route two.
It sucks you in seductively,
Till all your monies gone.
Corrupting your soul,
This new age Babylon.
Turn any corner,
On any god damn street.
Look up in dismay,
Of the neighbors that you seek.
Houses bigger then the Taj Mahal,
False comfort for those.
Who really want it all,
They dream of it all the day long.
Welcome to the new age,
Of another Babylon.
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