grizzly grins
you realize these people
are not your friends
shiny shoes
binaca breath
their silent stares
scare you half to death
attache cases
clicking closed
faceless faces
cold composed
here come the bulldozers
here come the bulldozers
pick up trees by the root
telling only half truths
demanding to speak with the boss
progress at any cost
building and breaking dreams
coming apart at the seams
who knows how long this will last?
put your belt on we're gonna crash
here come the bulldozers
here come the bulldozers
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