well you greet the tokens and stamps. underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps. in the city we forgot to name. the concourse is four-wheeled shame. and the courthouse's double-breast. i'd like to check out your public protests. why you're complaining Ta!. you sleep with electric guitars. range rovin' with the cinema stars. and i wouldn't want to shake their hands. 'cause they're in such a high-protein land. because there's 40 different shades of black. so many fortresses and ways to attack. why you're complaining Ta!