Manhattanization

I pull up to the curb
And she bends down to my car
She tries to read into my eyes
And doesn't get to far
She says she'll sell me anything
If I'll afford the cost
I solicit her for innocence
And suddenly she's lost

Abandon love, abandon truth,
Forget dreams of eternal youth

Up in the Heights the children walk
Beneath a burnt out sky
Beyond the grasp of naiveté –
There's no sparks in their eyes
Their hearts are stripped down to steel husks,
Like the local cars
Thank God for the drugs though,
'Cause it lets them see the stars

Let it go, you can't hold on,
Before you had it it was gone

Overpopulated poverty,
While the fairy tale's just that
The men get drunk on doorsteps
While their wives are getting fat
The success of our economy
In Invisible Hands
A term perhaps the homeless man
Can truly understand

Dull my senses, cut my nerves,
Each man gets what he deserves

I pull up to the curb
And she bends down to my car
She tries to read into my eyes
And sees the cold steel bars
She says she'll sell me anything
If I'll afford the cost
So I take her back to my place
And I let myself get lost

Lost ideals cage the dove.
Her body fits me like a glove
Read the poets, talk to scholars –
True Love costs you fifty dollars