Walking on slick tile floors With caution signs around Passing rich aging ****** Among crowds underground Talking all to themselves When the last dragon fed On those shows about elves From books we never read While thieves on stage debate On the crumbling public health We are all licking our plates Overwhelmed by hunger felt Counting time for nothing From all those lies told Bosses ordered the shoving That drove out the old Finally to the stairwells Up to brightly holy lights Caught up in spoken spells Of what prayers take our rights Onto many more levels Full of signs for us to shop From charming packs of devils On our journey that never stops