It was a plastic and uplit city A kind of showroom sheen You feel guilt and you can't be proud When you're too busy being mean Can't find a place to rest your bones So they're just sticking through The face looked out of place In the race it was entered into The face looked out of place In the race it was entered into If you come from here You can only belong here If you come from here You're a son and I'm a daughter Is that enough? To know what you're after? Leave the bricks and leave the mortar All exposed Good to see how it was made