Asphalt shines so beautifully,
Just after it is poured.
The smell of it intoxicates,
The best amount is \"more.\"
Car exhaust the incense burned
In my temple of wealth
The god of dead suburbia
Must come before our health.
Community an H.O.A.
With pretty petty lords,
Workers not be heard or seen,
Economy a sword.
Nothing at all more divine
Than white-washed dreams of naught
Leave it to beaver on the tube
The rabble found and caught.
True beauty is cookie cut,
Controlled, corporate and signed.
Housing is most home-like
On this side of red-line.
Pearls glimmer the brightest
When white-knuckled in a clutch
Healthy financial growth for all
Gives the undeserved too much.
Beauty lives inside the eye
Of the owner it\'s true.
So go and live out of our sight.
We know what\'s best for you.