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...)

(Thanks to Harris for these lyrics)

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