Billy Sunday
Текст песни Vanity Thy Name Is San Francisco

i'd like to take this time to thank
the crowds for swallowing me
and setting me loose on the streets
setting me free in the middle of the city
forget about the filth underneath
pretend it's not there
just pretend you can't see

oh, can you hear them?
they've got to find a way out
it's like a thought prison

on the playgrounds screaming
the future's learning to demand things
god can you break out of here
out of these cold walls
through the cemetery into the fresh air?
they're dying by the dozens and they'll bury them here
i know you care, i know you care

oh, it's the right time
you've got to find a way out
make something of yourself

in the future, in our dreams
we'll be hailed as visionaries
in the future, when we're all machines
everyone will follow our lead