Some San Francisco 

 skies 

                           alert the police 

        

measure the cost 

                  of throwing out 

   everyone who isn't   

filthy rich 

              you've got your lucre

now it's time to 

                    sell your home 

      wouldn't it be great 

you're really a piece of work

                        pony up

     Now is the time

          but you stand there

                                                                    staring with your pockets in your hands

Go! Bring the tide from the Sea! 

                                                            Carry it to your home 

lay in the tall grasses

                     feel the ocean beneath your eyes

                        

       standing in sand 

                                                           

                                                                  it's in your shoes 

throw a pebble down the cliff

 watch the whole cliff crumble 

 but you float away 

                      wave to them 

         

                                      now 

                                                                wave to them

               

                                                          bye