Rustic City Fathers

Those rustic city fathers were realtors,

Realtors

And all that profit taking

Was a beautiful awakening

They built themselves a beauty by the ton,

Ton by ton

I went there in a panic or for fun,

Or for fun

I thought i had a calling

Anyway i just kept dialling

And i sat beside the big puddle like a shriner,

Angry shriner

So i went to view the tower

Its majesty on a dead end street

It was a very long journey

And it took a lot of energy

I strode across the flat battlefield in the sun,

The filthy sun