Before I leave I turn on the TV 'Cause it's just too god damn lonely Get home to be the only Man alive in the whole damn city I ride to work on the downtown brown line Train car smells of dollar cheap wine Feel like a rat in laboratory confines Jesus on the corner says we've seen the first signs So tear down the opera house! There's nothing there for me only beauty, And I don't think that's very appropriate here And as I walk I watch the pavement New cracks since my last tax payment Think I'll bring down the government But I'd rather go home and get back into bed Tear down the opera house! There's nothing there for me, only beauty And I don't think that's very appropriate here