Preeminent Minds

Your tower's so high that you can't see the street
Your collar's so tight that you can't see your feet
You own the night so we must bow down
We must become strangers on our side of town

So we resorted to sorcery
We held a ritual orgy
We called a joint committee of preeminent minds
To try to decide what to do with your kind

Your khakis are fast and your car is so clean
You cut out your wife from GQ magazine
You roam the streets of the city at night
And fill up our seats with your hideous lives

So we resorted to sorcery
We held a ritual orgy
We called a joint committee of preeminent minds
To try to decide what to do with your kind