The Tour

Over fences and through backyards
 We tiptoe past empty boxcars
 So as not to wake the bums inside
 Industry that once thrived now is gone
 Abandoned factories and tracks trains ran on
 Are all that's left from those days
 Through barbed wire fence we see sculptures in a field
 We find some maps at the front gate
 And walk inside to investigate
 Following a stream, it leads a path
 To sewer's entrance and a raft
 Ever wonder how it looks down under the concrete?
 Over murky water we ride
 Through concrete tubes we float inside
 Our voices echoing through the endless darkness
 Oblivious to life above
 Our minds are clear (no mental spewage)
 The voice in my head is dead, maybe he drowned in the sewage
 When we emerge though darkness sunlight seeps
 And we all go home to sleep
 Concluding the tour for this day
 Other sights we've never seen
 And places that we've never been
 We'll find when things get stagnant again
 Come on, let's go outside
 And take a look and see what we can find in this city
 Leave these four walls far behind