Lyrics:

There tearing up streets again, there building a new hotel. The mayor is out killing kids, to keep taxes down. And me and my anger sits, folding a paper bird, letting the curtains turn to beating wings. Wish I had a socket set, to dismantle this morning, just one pair of clean socks, and a photo of you. When you get off work tonight, meet me at the construction site, and we'll right some notes to tape, to the heavy machines. Like