The maternity ward
Where I was born
Was knocked down in the first Gulf War
To build an airport
For housing Allied steel
For upholding Allied ideals
Like a stable petroleum price
And consumer choice
Oh Lord won't you buy me
Any kind of car
I've walked so far
Our few remaining parks
Are being smothered by cinemas
And the requisite stock of car-parks
It's not the same
And our children will rejoice
In unbridled freedom of choice
Of superstores and different brands
Of cultural decay
Oh Lord won't you buy me
Any kind of car
I've walked so far
You get only out
What you put in and all that we pay
Is credence sincere at the altars
Of competition and desire, all choice
And no need
Makes Jack a dull economist
They're selling ad-space on the subway walls
And privatizing the tenement halls
Prophet and cause
Superseded by profit and loss
They'd have Marshall's mustachiod face
Staring down from every public place
If they taught honest history in schools
And people knew who he was
Oh Lord won't you buy me
Any kind of car
I've walked so very far
Away from where I began
But I
Will never forget
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