I'm walking down the road where the car yards end There's bright flags waving in the air But it don't seem like much of a party here I don't think so Whilst this man's selling Amway to all his friends She's been chasing cosmic thrills Is someone pulling faces from up above? I don't think so Maybe it's all in the way that we strive to be rich It seems like every last one for themselves Every last one for themselves And we're just throwing it away Oh well, we had something here But you never know quite what you've got Until the other mob comes and takes the whole machinery Away If you drive around this city for days on end The streets all start to look the same And reason is asleep in this big fat town Well I think so Maybe, we're falling asleep Maybe, we've lost it, and we won't get it back Maybe it's all in the way that we strive to be rich You know it's every last one for themselves And we're just throwing it away Oh well we bad something here But you never know quite whet you've got Until the other mob comes and takes the whole machinery Away