So here let's talk about the boomtown facts You've got stick up kids coming right at my back Two blocks of reasonable rent and it's only getting smaller And the rest of boomtown is only getting taller You've got ten miles of traffic and three hundred miles of roadway And a million lights burning bright night and day With all these lights going off like roman candles It's getting too much for me to handle
Boomtown's only based on image torn down and built up from one man's vision When all the workers are all up and gone It feels like I'm sitting on a ticking time bomb.
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