Isn't It Great?

Strip it away, till the colors are gray
And every franchise is inches away
Isn't it great?
There's nowhere to walk
But the mall that's abandoned
And just down the block (ahh)
Isn't it great?

The hooters is next to Jake's synagogue (na, na, na, na)
He goes there to pray and then wings after dark (la, la, la, la)
He picks up his pills and cries in the lot (la, la, la, la)
They built over somebody's mom-and-pop shop
Isn't it great?

Ooh, step out to the yard
Of trucks and sedans
All driving fast on occupied land
One day, some drunk driver will crash in my house
And the local news guy will say, isn't that sad?

Isn't it sad?
The view's blocked by ads
And all of the brands are crammed in a plaza
Where everything's right in the palm of our hands

My friends moved away to different states
To chase the illusion that there's an escape
The gas station's cold, and it smells of black mold
I'm pumping in petrol we got through the war

Nowhere is safe and everything's fine
There's no better option but lay down and die
I'll buy a gun
It's so convenient
It's so convenient (ahh)