The opera is over
The singers have all gone home
Seats are all empty, the kitchen is closed
The sidewalks are sprayed down
The blinds are pulled down
Foundations unstable, the wrecking ball is back
Requiring this band's vacancy
Requiring this band's vacancy
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
The symphony's concluded
The instruments are all cased up
Notes are silent
But music's still apparent
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded
Art is dying, is art dead?
Art is dying, is it dead?
Believing we need it to move on
A one track mind in a one way time
Let's go ahead and gentrify
Let art die with noble minds
Steal a brush and paint boundary lines
For the stale kind of people we'll find
Walking in single file line
I think it's time to finally rewind
Let's go ahead we might as well
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded
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