My favourite buildings are all falling down
Seems like I dwell in a different town
But why should I bother with painting them brown
When they'll all be pulled down in the end?

My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles
Remind me somehow of your favorite smiles
Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles
In the rain

Nobody seems to know how long
All of these buildings belong
Till they become part of you
People get down on your knees
Buildings are like a disease
You could wind up in a zoo
And most people do

My favourite buildings are all laid to waste
One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste
And some day I could have a fifty inch waist
It's all free
For my favourite buildings and me

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Why the hell bother with painting them brown       3a
You might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste 17a