Riding backwards on the train —
Looking o’er the cityscape.
Seeing graffiti sprawled across the walls
And garbage spewed upon the ground.
Pollution clouds hang in the air
As I see abandoned houses everywhere.
Well we’ll plant flowers to hide the scars
And tow away the derelict cars.
We’ll tear down buildings or renovate
And chase away the vagabonds.
We’ll patrol the metro areas to ensure our false security.
And increase the parking rates.
But one question still remains: Who will pay for all of this?