Fathy's Mausoleum

Just another city-side dweller
With a good old fashioned identity crisis
Walking by the river in the lands of the myth of Isis

No one really tries to feel at home
No one really gives a shit about your domes
And your pretty courtyards and their walls of stone

Fathy's mausoleum weeps
As another one of them concrete bridges creeps
Up on you when you're not really looking

Fathy's mausoleum weeps
At your twenty one reinforced concrete floors
And your stations and roads and new billboards
And your petrochemical plastic souls

We want the city of the future with electric stars
We want giant screens, we want flying cars
We'll make this place a blind man's heaven
And maybe we'll impress them in COP-27

Wall it off and call it green
We don't want no plastic to be seen
We'll dump it on the other side
Where maybe they won't look at all

But Fathy's mausoleum weeps
As another one of them concrete bridges creeps
Over your grave, and into your home

Fathy's mausoleum weeps
At your twenty one reinforced concrete floors
And your stations and roads and new billboards
And your petrochemical plastic souls