text: So when they wonder where the money went
  And we cant swim here anymore
  And bankers warble algorithmically from the shore
  The stations pump the new austerity
  The Ogallala Aquifer and crackling California reservoirs making sure
  Priced out of that old neighborhood for good
  The payday lonely pray in parking lots
  A one-bar wi-fi kind of town
  The pilot flares oppose another night coming down
  Coming down