So I guess we’re getting more parking
Yes, that’s what the tourists
want to see.
Another massive 6 story behemoth
They’ll come from all around, definitely.
And they’ll bulldoze the block where we gather,
Where we celebrate nature with our friends;
Trade our whole world for concrete, they’d rather.
Until nothing worthy’s left to defend
But of course, we need parking, I don’t deny,
And so what if pollution clogs the sky?
It’s business damnit on which our fortunes depend
Sure the climate might kill us, but we’ll be rich til then!
The market will move to a corner
It’ll cram itself into a hole
Like a tree stuffed into a tiny planter
Moved or destroyed if it sits on black gold
And so what if it ends up underwater?
They’ll build hulls underneath our gas guzzlers.
It’s business damnit on which our fortunes depend;
Sure the climate might kill us, but we’ll be rich til then!
Oh, yes, give me that parking
Gotta have it, gotta get it right away
Oh, yes yes I need that sweet parking
Gotta have it, gotta get it right away.