To squatters with gold keys
All of your lofts have turned
To castles with cold feet
Oh, but the kids don’t mind
The kids don’t mind at all
The Dawn of Man
Is hard to stop.
The Dawn of Man
Is hard to stop but cheap to live in.
We watch from the box seats
As styrofoam stars collide
The block is a swap meet
Oh but the kids aren’t shy
No the kids aren’t shy
There’s nothing precious about that child.
Fresh faced and sly Texan.
Like the vision you woke up from
where your friends all moved to Brooklyn
For the Dawn of Man.
So hard to stop.
The Dawn of Man
Is hard to stop but cheap to live in.
Masonic Temples and
Underground clubs and
A bombed out factory with
20 foot ceilings and
new floors new floors
the bricks exposed exposed
the shit gets old
gets sold
over and over again