What a wonderful place.    Where buildings rise    and cities fall short of a better place.    What a wonderful feeling it would be,    to sit back and watch it all fall down.    Just might, put me to sleep at night.    I'm not sure how to cope.    In a place where the system depends on crushing and stepping    on the lower classes for any source of profit    its sick.    In a place where the freedom of one man    depends on another ones fall at the right price.    It might as well be packages up and sold.    In a place where the power of the rich    gets spit back in our face    and another on the streets feels the pain.    In a place where a million voices can be wrong.       Melody's Song