Is it come and gone, is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
  Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank?
  Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires?
  Is it sped up, spun around, brown and yellow in the fires?
  
  What is this town? They said I got no place to be,
  The money meter's taking everything I see.
  
  Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice?
  Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice?
  Is it normal, born-again? Let the vultures drink and drown,
  Is it's force from weathers? Birds of feathers never frown.
  
  What is this town? They said I got no place to be,
  The money meter's taking everything I see.
  
  Is it come and gone, is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
  
  What is this town? They said I got no place to be,
  The money meter's taking everything I see.