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the meter i filled yesterday came up to my chest a year ago the same one cleared my chin at best the doorway to my building is so low i have to duck i look upon this shrinking town and i say what the heck is going down with this town losing all of our value pound for pound what's going down with this town i don't think we stand on solid ground was our fair city built on a swamp i get that feeling every time you stomp the skyline sinks about a foot each year your grandson's gonna see it disappear i can't explain away these new found clues i read someone in their twenties wouldn't sprout like a weed my clothes are fitting fine there's no snugness at all why on earth do i always feel i'm getting so tall Songtextewhat's going down with this town was our fair city built on a marsh i'm looking out and the outlook's harsh the skyline sinks about a foot each season you think your daughter's gonna know the reason napoleon launched a real estate scam pulled one over on tj when he sold him the land developers now second guess the land that they bought before they break the ground on any vacant lot the mayor of our town did not know where to begin foundations of our buildings are just settling in but why then mr mayor has your penthouse door found its way to the city hall's first floor what's going down was our fair city built on a bog our elders need to have their memories jogged the skyline sinks about a foot each day you and i will see it go away Aus Songtexte Mania