Give me an "M"-M!
Give me an "A"-A!
Give me a "U"-U!
Give me an "L"-L!
Give me your money - Sure!
What's that spell?-Mall
What's that spell?- Shopping Mall
Pardon my greed-
You're evicted, time to leave
Don't matter if your family's lived here 30 years
We're tripling the rent
Time's up, the sheriff's here
Too bad for you if you freeze out in the street
The croissant and cookie palace
Downstairs will symbolize
The old neighborhood whose soul has slowly died
Doesn't progress make you feel good inside?
Cameras catch you runnin' red lights
Schoolrooms with no windows
Computer picks your carreer at age 15
Universal Price Code I.D.'s
With the stripe the laser reads
And records where you've been, when you're sick
And what you eat
For every spy in government
There's 50 private eyes
Who round up dirt on you to keep on file
Then sell the file
Progress don't make me feel so good inside
You can't live here
We won't hire you
We know all the nasty things you do
Bought a dossier on your whole life
Clear back to the pranks you did in school at age 5
There's millions on file at the touch of a button
Your boss or your landlord will love our choice cuts of gossip
If it's lies, what can you do?
'Cos it costs too much to sue
The last person who'll ever see your file is you
Had enough, I moved back home
To the mountains where I belong
But ski resorts have tamed the wild west
The hills we used to roam
Now they're privately owned
And scarred with cheezy suburbs and cement
The 'Tracts For Sale' sign promises
'Deer in your back yard'
If the deer somehow get past the fences and guards
And the industrial 'park'
Looks like I'll have to move to Yellowknife
Your idea of progress wrecks too many lives
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