It's not easy being honest It's not easy being nice And I ain't no psychiatrist I just give good advice And its easy to get lost in all these streets with spanish names And all these house, cold and lifeless Like dead bodies, all the same And corporate assholes who need more money For nicer vacations are moving in and squeezing us all out Squeezing us all out Now I dont like your beige house And i dont like your sound And I don't like your culture And I don't like your town. And how close to the heavens can we get by building up? Planned communities and office spaces I'll be throwing up When our children and grand kids with views of Construction and pictures of small blue houses saying "Hey dad, where did it all go?" Where did it all go?