Lonesome night I hear you suffer In the midst of all this Of all this misery & decay All this misery & decay disguised Disguised as profit & growth A glorious profit & growth that Somehow sweeps the nation And takes on all that it passes And passes itself off as something Something admirable and good, while Other such similar things are thought To be held in contempt This is how it holds its power This is how it remains on the mind Its crafty work In remaining here Will not go unobserved We are watching and will report You think you’ve gotten away with it But we’ve got news for you