Built on top of filth and shit   overstuffed and profit lit    emeryville is doomed to be   nothing but a plastic dream      how can this hell be any   worse than where the   interstates converge?   the end of the line where    we suffocate in the saftey    net of life      sit on the parkway sip the juice   made from trees with plastic   fruit we can talk about   what bores us just like   everybody else.      how can this hell be any   worse than where the   interstates converge?   the end of the line where    we suffocate in the saftey    net of life      forget the mountain and the trees    just keep the lattes comin' please   in the march of industry clocking in    like worker bees      how can this hell be any   worse than where the   interstates converge?   the end of the line where    we suffocate in the saftey    net of life