Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps   In the city we forgot to name   Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame   And the courthouse's double-breast   I'd like to check out your public protests, why you're complaining? Ta!      As you sleep with electric guitars, Range Rovin' with the cinema stars   And I wouldn't want to shake their hands   'Cause they're in such a high-protein land   Because there's 40 different shades of black   So many fortresses and ways to attack, so why you're complaining? Ta!