Screw you, General Motors

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Motorways, freeways, autobähnen, whatever - they're a curse upon the planet.

4.Oh, when I was a younger girl
I dwelt in houses old and rotten
A relic of a gentler world
By time and taste and funds forgotten
We worked and fought and loved so sweet
These things the traffic won't allow -
Don't bother trying to find those streets
A motorway runs through there now

A motorway runs through there now
They tore our houses down
And every day I curse the fate
That killed my darling town.

Oh, praise upon the mayors of old
Who sniffed the fumes one time too many
Our trains and buses wrecked and sold
To Big Oil for a tiny penny
All glory to the private car -
For profit's sake, the sacred cow
The concrete covers Shangri-La
A motorway runs through there now.

A motorway runs through there now
It's jammed most every day
They wrecked the place where I was born
To build a worse decay.

Now sometimes in the dark of night
You're cruising at 100 k's
You'll see a ghostly suburb rise
And shimmer in the petrol haze
The hungry ghosts of streets destroyed
Behold their murderers, and vow
To drag you to the gaping void...
A motorway runs through there now.

A motorway runs through there now
For all eternity
And Satan harvests corporate souls
To fuel his SUV