Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps
In the city we forgot to name
Well 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!
As 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're complaining? Ta!