Bustling streets heaping with carts
And horses and walking moving parts
But amid these towers are the people \"living\"
The people who manage to make their nest by shivving
The Suburban man walking through the main busy world
All on his mind is his job, his wife and the money he\'s curled
But the \"people\" have came and see his riches
So they swoop in and take the jewels, the diamonds and escape to the ditches
Back to the nest they go
Or should I say the sewer
There mothers feed the child little food
and the above feel bad of them as a fewer