Once upon a time There was a man In an apartment With flesh-colored walls And a perfect view Of skyscrapers And rooftops He has a brother In a jail With a perfect view Of warehouses And factories Cover to cover He reads magazines And newspapers And he likes two Sugar cubes In his regular cup He doesn't worry About ends It's just progress And we've all Got to bend Less the world breaks If the bomb comes It'll come in a neat Little package And someone Will build new Quadrilateral colonies For two