If it changes hands

will you count the dollars?

Put the kiddies on the next train

Put the kiddies on the train


Sell the skyscraper and the farm

Buy a space-station seat

Could you use a little more room?

Could you use more room?


Newspapers are looking grim

Weatherman's out sick again


If your shoulder's cold

it's because they're staring

Time to walk a little faster

Time to run like hell!


Find the shelter that lets you in

Share a bed with your boss

Don't mistake your boots for slippers

Don't mistake your boots for oil


The roots are breaking through the floor;

A throng of beggars at your door


Rethink your comfort zone

We're out of head and elbow room

Realize you're on the grid

The powerlines black out tonight


If the table's bare

will you eat the crumbles?

Spare the scrapings for the kiddies

Spare the scrapings for the kids


Sell the skyscraper and the farm

Buy a space-station seat

I could use a little more room

I could use more room


Newspapers are looking grim

Weatherman's out sick again


Rethink your comfort zone

We're out of head and elbow room

Realize you're on the grid

The powerlines black out tonight


(Put the kiddies on the train!)

(There's no place left to stand...)