Loud, subaltern city streets   Bellies wild with discontent   Tall, glass buildings, where we meet   Watching classes in descent      Whoever made these robot angels   Made these urban trash crustaceans   They occupy the same streets   And we fill the day with locusts and magazines      Just south of here, utopia   For sixty bones, euphoria   They're keeping cartoon main streets lit   And all these puppet cultures learn   Every first world has a third   Only love escapes this glass metropolis      Now information without flesh   Means your body's just a drive   Loading up with life and death   The after-human has arrived   Melancholy and relief   For the things we never know   A constellation of defeat   In this sidewalk shadow show      Whoever made these robot angels   Made these urban trash crustaceans   They occupy the same streets   And we fill the day with locusts and magazines      Just south of here, utopia   For sixty bones, euphoria   They're keeping cartoon main streets lit   And all these puppet cultures learn   Every first world has a third   Only love escapes this glass metropolis      Let your eyes go   To Llano   Out the window   To the last maypole