At the top of a building far downtown
In a world where you and I do not exist
Sits a man at a desk in fine attire
Slowly checking items off a list

Though he looks out the window now and then
No sound rises from the street below
While he studies what he owns
He's receiving quite expert fellatio

Some rise by sin
And some by virtue fall
We're not getting anywhere at all
Send our regards
To those who work so hard
We lack discipline but we have a ball

On a sidewalk in that city
On the day after the show
Jenny found that special feeling didn't persist
As she stepped over teh trash that
Only ever seemed to grow
And graffiti by half-hearted anarchists

Some rise by sin
And some by virtue fall
We're not getting anywhere at all
Send our regards
To those who work so hard
We lack discipline but we have a ball

41 per cent
Of the company he founded
(that pioneered removing toxic waste)
Two hockey teams
And the arenas the play in
One satellite that's orbiting in space
950 pages listing varied stocks and bonds
5 houses, 7 buildings and two farms
He forgot about the planes
And that helicopter
There's no paper trail for the small arms

Lots of broken glass
The standard fast food wrappers
A used rubber and a used tampon
Side by side
Half a dead pigeon
One red, lace-less tennis shoe
A kneeling man who was oddly dignified
A pile of crap far too big
To have come from any dog
A mattress and a piece of some machine
A wet and battered book
Titled Your Brain Is God
And a broken silver plastic submarine

Some rise by sin
And some by virtue fall
We're not getting anywhere at all
Send our regards
To those who work so hard
We lack discipline but we have a ball


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