The Colossus of Hart Stret

Here comes another one
The biggest one yet
A big bad blocker of the sun
Watch him sway

Glass armored dilettante, part restaurant
Sweet doorbell eyes and teeth of cement
It's a local emergency

A giant arises he crawls on all fours
A shiny new kitchen a view of the floor
A fist made of iron shaped like the police
You want to resist it, but you can't sign a lease

You tried to fight the wars
By empty lots and corner stores
But there's nowhere to hide

It takes a village to sate his hunger
And his children lumber behind

A giant arises all drooling and spent
He's building a prison and he's charging top rent
A Luxury Massacre with barely a sound
Drunkenly shuffling to the next college town

He Has Remade The Earth In The Image Of The New Gods
He Calls It Art For what it's Worth, you'll pay to see

His golden entrails are made boulevards to nowhere
A monument to smooth barbarity

Here comes another one
A bigger one than the last one
Stop me if you heard it before

A cyclops, nearsighted, addicted to comfort
And ravenous appetite for what's yours