The maternity ward
Where I was born
Was knocked down in the first gulf war
To build an airport
For housing Allied steel
For upholding ideals
Like a stable petroleum price
And consumer choice
Oh Lord won't you buy me
Any kind of car
I've walked so far
Our few remaining parks
Are being smothered by cinemas
And the requisite stock of carparks
Which aren't the same
And our children will rejoice
In unbridled freedom of choice
Of superstores and different brands of
Cultural decay
Oh Lord won't you buy me
Any kind of car
I've walked so far
You only get out what you put in
And all that we pay is credence sincere
At the altars of competition and desire
All choice and no need
Makes Jack a dull economist
They're selling adspace on
The subway walls
And privatizing the tenement halls
Prophet and cause superseded
By profit and loss
They'd have Marshall's mustachioed face
Staring down from every public place
If they taught honest history in school
And if people knew who he was
Oh Lord won't you buy me
Any kind of car
I've walked so very
Far away from where I began