Lyrics

You shouldn’t knock yourself out
Romanticism made to order
In every chaos there’s a cosmos
In every system a secret disorder

Who needs another high rise
God’s waiting room for a hotel lobby
Celebrate a new political donor
A thief becomes a landowner

Don’t lose touch (I’ve been living a life so low) x 2

All hail the court of opinion
Tomorrow is promised to no one
For every asshole an appetite grows
Who dares wins when everybody knows

Who needs another high rise
God’s waiting room for a hotel lobby
Celebrate the new art critic
A billionaire becomes a cynic

Don’t lose touch (I’ve been living a life so low) x 2