Lyrics:

Well, traffic is kind of bad
They’re widening Easy Street to fit more SUVs
They’re planting baby trees to grow to shady peaks
A little shelter from the sun and the upper tax bracket
Here on the cul-de-sac we are not giving back
Until the community repents
Because we can’t afford to be generous
There are closing costs and a narrow margin
So go earn your degree and we’ll take you out to lunch
You can work for us but you have eat them all up
One more mouthful and we will be happy then

Out West they are moving dirt
To make a greater Omaha
Another franchise sold
So there are even more restaurants per capita
And they all have got a drive-thru
I mean, who’s got time to dine?
Although the floors are clean and the color scheme
It compliments me every time
So no one starves in this cattle town
The semi's pass making squealing sounds
And it's all-u-can-eat and they will never get enough
They’ll be feeding us, they’ll be feeding on us
One more mouthful and they will be happy then

All those golden fields, lovely empty space
They’re building drug stores now until none remains
I have been driving for 100 blocks
Saw 50 Kum and Go’s, 60 parking lots
One more mouthful and I’m sure they will be happy then
Just one more, just one more