The Taxpayers - The Right Permits lyrics
[The Taxpayers - The Right Permits lyrics]
Every house on the block got sold to the city
It’s sad
But some offers you just can’t refuse
Mortar and brick once towering tall
When a city is changing
You can’t have it all
Now the building’s a bike shop where
We went to high school
The house where my mother
Lived is a restaurant
The old public housing holds
Gallery art walks
The tourists ask where the wine tasting is
And all the pneumatic drills and
Old bribes in the paper
Machinery thrashing and blowing off steam
Big business and councilmen laughing about it
If you’ve got the permit's
You can do what you please
Now the bulldozers tumble out over the rocks
And the mold in the clapboard
Is making me sick
Some worker in denim keeps calling me Linda
I sign all his papers, but that’s not my name
I pocket his money and then walk away
It’s sad
But some offers you just can’t refuse
Mortar and brick once towering tall
When a city is changing
You can’t have it all
Now the building’s a bike shop where
We went to high school
The house where my mother
Lived is a restaurant
The old public housing holds
Gallery art walks
The tourists ask where the wine tasting is
And all the pneumatic drills and
Old bribes in the paper
Machinery thrashing and blowing off steam
Big business and councilmen laughing about it
If you’ve got the permit's
You can do what you please
Now the bulldozers tumble out over the rocks
And the mold in the clapboard
Is making me sick
Some worker in denim keeps calling me Linda
I sign all his papers, but that’s not my name
I pocket his money and then walk away