I need inspiration, I'm so disconnectednI look to the streets, but they're so disinfectednI wish that I came from an edgier placenWith taxis and transients up in my facennWhere you write what you know and you know what you writenWill be hailed as the second comingnThere's a buzz on the streets where you grew up homelessnAnd begging for changenWell, I'm begging for changennCause we're hung up on crosses and obeying bossesnAnd there's no inspiration, just appreciation fornSeventy and sunny and one for the moneynAnd two for the show on my lily white waynnThere lives a black man, the seal has been brokennAnd they marvel at how he's so very well spokennHe must be a doctor or something productivenHis body let go, but his color seductivennAnd all of the women, he's touching their livesnWhile they're safe at home touching themselvesnAnd the men, they just love that there's something, anything happening at allnBehind bedroom wallsnnCause they're hung up on crosses and obeying bossesnAnd there's no inspiration, just appreciation fornSeventy and sunny and one for the moneynAnd two for the show on my lily white waynnThere's the sixties throwback who misses the DeadnShe's a liberal at heart but conservative in bednAnd she held out on Starbucks as long as she couldnBut the mom and pop store in our neighborhoodnnWell, the workers all look down their noses at hernShe'll go broke trying to please them with tipsnSo she gets to the corporate run coffee shop earlynWhere the smell of it hitsnBefore it reaches her lipsnnShe's bearing the crosses of neighborhood lossesnAnd the uninspired and semi-retirednShe's seventy and sunny, but it's one for the moneynAnd two for the show on her lily white waynnWe're hung up on crosses and old Pagan bossesnAnd there's no inspiration, just appreciation fornSeventy and sunny and one for the moneynAnd two for the show on my lily white waynnA little destruction makes way for constructionnThe city expansion holds traffic for ransomnAnd brand new brick buildings, of those I am certainnWill leave our lives so much more sterile than urbannnAnd welcome the progress or be overrunnEvery third house a pool, every second a gunnAnd on Saturday evenings the doors open widenIt's a neighborhood waltznThat's the neighborhood pridennAnd dresses disheveled from dances with devilsnOnce hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bossesnAnd everything is funny and it's one for the moneynAnd two for the show on their lily white waynnOne night of living is Sunday forgivennAll for the show on our lily white waynnI need inspiration, I'm so disconnectednI look to the streets, but they're so disinfected