Island Loops

Down in the street they walk on by
Taking all the money from the hole in the sky
Well, I saw someone in the satellite sun
With a briefcase in his hand, or was he holding a gun?
They got the purse, but they don’t stand a chance
There’s a battle all around, he said, «Fuck art, let’s dance»
While I was standing by on an ATM
And people waiting in line to get that freedom in their hands
And I know that these streets
That these streets were never paved with gold
But that’s just so we’re told
And our story books are all dated and old
And you know you can rewrite them, should the pages fall
And the ones who don’t believe, well, fuck them all
Right around the corner the from your dixie cup fun
There’s the malt liquor drums all beatin' on the slums
You walk on by, but don’t you feel afraid
That your 40oz will be a cappuccino some day
Well I know, that these streets
That these streets were never paved with gold
But that’s just so we’re told
And your dreams these days it seems are bought and sold
But the feeling still breathes in a crowded dance hall
And the ones who don’t believe, well, fuck them all
But these streets were never paved with gold
But that’s just so we’re told
And your dreams these days it seems are bought and sold
But you know you can rewrite them, should the pages fall
And the ones who don’t believe