Under new managers
under new management
managing this city's
major increments

the streets are on fire
from poured out gasoline
come up from the sewers
salivating so dastardly

dead men are rising
from the Uptown cemetery
walking among us
shocked by technology

don't shake their hands
people will scoff
if you shake too hard
both arms'll come off

The armed forces of
aristotle think
we should bottle ourselves
then take a drink

The kids are excited
the kids are alive
they worship new updates
on internet jive

the workers are angry
the workers collide
so they write corinthians
for a free ride

a free ride to heaven
or a momentary lapse
i'm running like hell
then my legs collapse

oh they do
oh they do
oh they do
la la la

they say a drinking man
can't have no wife
for they love and then heal
then they start a new life

they leave their kids
and their spouse behind
"it's for their own good"
they embellish their blind

now the youngest usually
takes it the worst
they're psychosomatically
morbidly cursed

up to no good
at too young of an age
hiding consoling elements
in a Bible page

when they grow up
they become like me
a young starved creton
who thinks he's free

free to earn money
by taking your cash
by holding you knifepoint
by making a gash

I hear those sirens
I'm blinded by blue light
but I'm a real runnin' racer
I can put up the fight

as I'm running I think
of my many mishaps
I'm running like hell
then my legs collapse

Oh they do
oh they do
oh they do
la la la