Where pavements are laid with red bricks
And lobsters are laid in fried chips
Twas here that Jesus was asked his net worth
Then quizzed on his network
And his team of disciples that will work
On his latest spinoff:
Project longevity
Beachhead: eternal life; plus killoff
Of sins, in other words
Guilt-free projected layoffs
That would otherwise hurt high-flyers' souls.
Alone at North Station, commuter's engine
Rumbles on, a voice comes on
There's been a crash, we start
Once we clear the tracks
Back in town, people to lean on
At the diner's next to the 7-11
Buttered toast and potatoes,
Half-mashed, decorate the plate
Do they get smashed here?
Or do they stick with rolls
Of weed that permeate the air?
The sea, witness, rolls back and forth
Downtown, at a Bakers
Genuine Parisian chocolate eclairs
Are traded for the smile underneath
A baseball cap, while the phone taps...
"Back to reality," so Eminem goes,
The train bulges and bellows
Inside earphones, you listen to the tracks
Your life fell through the cracks
"Time is running out," exclaims 85 Rewind,
You're your own boss now, move on
You're in Boston now, go slow,
When running for your life.
