Surrounded by hands and faces I'm clutching my baggage And ringing my bell of help I don't think it will be heard There are too many shuffling feet and shivering teeth The moon's been gone for hours now And her makeup needs reapplying I wonder who she's with Or if she needs my help Many a man surround her pockets They only covert what is in her pockets I clutch my luggage And stare fiercely into the wall We are waiting for transportation, me and my luggage A moving mouth has made contact And the dust it looks friendly now All the dollars I paid to one phone owning hand are well-earned It only makes me wonder where they go Or what they do And what lays beneath the dust Under the eye of untruest The badged and uniform wearing authoritarians They are graced with notes From all sides of the world And they seem to be in charge But then I wouldn't know The madness in this city glows And my comfort in this chaos grows For we are taken care of well And driven to and form our luxury shell Machine gunman stands by the door, to protect us I like it here, think I'll come back for more