Paint in pink and seafoam green all to make believers out of you. Rent Malathion Zion and sell get away from it all zoos. I don't give a good goddamn. This whole state can wash away and you Can find another sandbar to call home. Make the people rent to lose,. Make the people pave the street. Make the people dig the ditches that Keep solid ground beneath your feet. But who wouldn't kill for good parking space and beachfront property? I'd sell the sunset skies if they let me. And I'd drain the swamps to build Factories if the government'd protect me. And that's the way of thinking more or less. Take what's mine and kill the rest. And now there's a washing machine in the Anclote river that never washed into the Bay.