Elevate me Later

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's double-breast

i'd like to check out your public protests

why you're complaining Ta!

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 40 different shades of black

so many fortresses and ways to attack

so why you complaining? Ta!