Nobody ever wants to be in the kind of town where In the atlas you can never see, politically blinded Certainly it hurts when people aren't aware of your being Riding on the bus you always see the very same faces Every single day and week by week, so you can tell me Everything about their lives and all of their favorite things to eat Peering through the gates I see Two very hungry towers glistening Filling all the lines with energy Do you every stop and think of what they're eating? Has anyone ever been in your house that didn't always live there If you were my only friend, could it be that I could never see your bedroom With all the books and magazines that you read Do people ever disappear at night, vanishing suddenly With winks from the guards who stand outside and secretly imply That scientists inside experiment to see if people burn chemically