A city's molten gold The native rite of desperation Affordable and safe Words once in love now separated Another auld lang syne to your bullpen More vacancies my friends Let's do this! Cracks in wet asphalt Stress fractures cave-in to craters Structural downfall Leaking life Dad is a failure Everything in this sinking building broke The bread-and-butter choke Oh, no... Jini, Jini, I lost my head Can't pay the rent, Can't mend the fence The life we built in the home we made Where ownership it means nothing If we leave, we will never be able To return from landlock We could breathe within our means Stable for the long-term trade-off It's only a version of you With a distorted world view The fear of the unknown Imprisons you Jini, Jini, I lost my head Can't mend the fence, Can't pay the rent The life we built in the home we made Where ownership it means nothing Ownership means nothing Our ownership, it means nothing