I, just got home from a month-long vacation and I've got some questions for your building Commission. Who gave you permission to build Build, build until the only thing left to ask Is 1) How will the cars fit in the streets? 2) Who'll tow the tow-trucks from their roads? 3) When will the bars run out of drinks? 4) Who'll wish on stars when the streetlights Outshine the brightest nights? Let's Pave over all the graves under the ground and When there's no more room to grow, let's tear It down again. We used to choose our homes And friends now we just follow the cheap rent There's no more town in this city, there's No more city in this town