This whole city is dollar signs
Price tags on every square centimetre
They build em higher now, right up to the boundaries
These clouds are made of concrete and steel
They never move, they never fade
Shadow streets and wind tunnels
Subdivide and conquer
Replacing windows with mirrors
intercom security, the walls are getting higher we don't know our neighbours' names no more
Puppet-masters dressed as real estate agents
Will my lease be renewed again?
Will they jack up the rent again?
And if you want your own apartment it’s a 25-year mortgage
Six months of your life for each square metre
Even the workers who build them can’t afford to buy them
So where did all that money go?
Where does all that money go?
The public square is now leased out for profit
Neither trees nor musicians are tolerated unless they’re good for business
The posh restaurant guards its footpath dining territorially
even when there aren’t any other customers
We got the money for a motorway but not for public housing

There are laws against sleeping in the park
Laws against dancing in the street
It’s easier to get permits for advertising billboards than public art projects
They’d rather leave the walls grey
You’ve got no right to this city
You could rent here twenty years
put down roots
forge community
But it don’t mean a thing when them wrecking balls swing
It’s already been approved
It’s already been approved,
It’s already been approved
there’s nothing you can do

See they want us to feel powerless
These towers just keep sprouting up from the bedrock
We got jackhammers for alarm clocks
Drowning in bitumen
Choking on car fumes
While their starting price is half a million dollars for two bedrooms
So who defines progress?
Who really runs the system?
They curse us and evict us
like there’s nothing we can do to stop them
now them empty units multiplying
but they still won’t drop the rent
vacant shops and silent streets
it’s all just profit for the one percent
they can sterilise our culture
confiscate our megaphones
call us troublemakers
just cos we don’t want a thirty-year bank loan
we paint rainbows in the bitumen
they whitewash monochrome
But we’re never gonna stop fighting
Cos this city is our home
this city is our home
I said this city is our home
Them bankers price us out
But we leave footprints in the stone