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)