Big City

Concrete and chaos rise up

spiderweb across the land

like a giant rash

forests lie down below

foundations of buildings in a bed of ash

some people here got it real good

cuz the glass towers bring prosperity

other people starve in the street

because concrete knows no sympathy

big city its a wishing well,

big city its a living hell

this town its fucking insane

how one will starve and another will gain

like a giant mechanical brain

and the people are cells and the streets are veins

it thinks only of itself

a thousand limbs crawling as it expands and grows

and still the concrete sits there

sits there stark grey and cold

and I think I wanna be a brick layer

so I can put another brick in the wall

its sanitary rational happy and sane

growing like a flower to surround us all