These are the streets
I've walked 28 years
Only our names are the same
Even the city has changed
This is the corner
Where the buses still slow
A schoolboy leaps on
The other passengers grumble,
Grudgingly make room
That wasn't me
Clumsy, I'd have fallen
My friend rode the footboard
He'd painted MOTORHEAD
On his cap, in the Metallica font
He's in PR now
Only our names are the same
Even the city is different
They'll rename the streets too
Change the names of everything
A forest is a highway
Exploitation is protection
Majorities are dwindling
Even tolerance is capitulation
28 years and there's less space
About as much trash, I guess
Only my name remains
Written in exhaust fumes
On a lamplit sky.