Well you greet the tokens and stamps Underneath the fake oil-burning lamps In the city we forgot to name The concourse is a four-wheeled shame And the courthouse's double-breast I'd like to check out your public protests Why you're complaining, ta Those who sleep with electric guitars Range roving with the cinema stars And I wouldn't want to shake their hands 'Cause they're in such a high-protein land Because there's forty different shades of black So many fortresses and ways to attack So why you complaining, ta?