All day
I see the city we lost
Rising out of the waves
See the cars as they park
In the fast lane
I see an ass on a horse
Don't give him your name
See the money burn
That wouldn't go down the drain
All day
I feel the cash in my hand
On the last day
I feel the first of the month
Come and take it away
I feel the stranger's breath
On the window pane
No I don't feel at all
When will you tear it down?

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