Before I leave I turn on the TV   'cause it's just too god damn lonely   Get home to be the only   Man alive in the whole damn city      I ride to work on the downtown brown line   Train car smells of dollar cheap wine   Feel like a rat in laboratory confines   Jesus on the corner says we've seen the first signs      So tear down the opera house!   There's nothing there for me only beauty,   and I don't think that's very appropriate here      And as I walk I watch the pavement   New cracks since my last tax payment   Think I'll bring down the government   But I'd rather go home and get back into bed      Tear down the opera house!   There's nothing there for me, only beauty   and I don't think that's very appropriate here