The grass is always greener

 and the streets are so much cleaner

 while the people seem much finer

 on the other side of town.

And the women are so precious

 in their finely woven garments

 as they're searching for apartments

 on the other side of town.

The men they are so literate,

 reciting smart quotations

 and reading all the latest books

 on esoteric subjects

 of economic substance

 ensuring quick efficiency,

 on the other side of town.

Well my friend he changed his politics,

'cause he's not sure of their religion

 and he's seriously considering moving

 to the other side of town.

And the doctors practice carefully

 on new found forms of surgery

 while their music sounds so easy

 for the people waiting patiently

 on the other side of town.

The place is full of tennis courts

 with high school girls

 in short white skirts

 dancing to the rhythm

 of the game they play so perfectly

 courting clean white panties,

 well it really makes me fancy

 going down

 to the other side of town.

And the traffic is much slower

 'cause the people are contented

 and they've no place else to go

 since they're living in the best of places

 founded deep in God's good graces

 and they're constantly reminded

 by his many homes of service

 that populate the corners

 more than gas and service stations,

 that the air is so much cleaner

 and purer

 on the other side of town.

And the skies are so much bluer

 so you'd think the place is warmer

 but everything is evenly

 homogenized and pasteurized

 like cold vanilla ice cream

 lying dormant on the sidewalk

 where no-one likes to talk to people

 they don’t know

 or look a little different

 from the normal people

 living

 on the other side of town.

And the more I think about it

 the less I feel excited

 and I've found a more enticing means

 of dealing with the people

 who believe in t.v. media,

sesame street

 and bleeding hearts

 and right wing militant patriarchs

 and everything they feed us

 like McDonalds whole wheat burgers

 till there's nothing left but murderers

 and rapists, thieves and litterers

 that definitely don't belong

 on the other side of town.

I'd get back on the rainbow,

for it is the only way that I know

that has any color left in it

 and leads back to the places

 where the grass is so much greener

 and the streets are nicely cleaned up

 routinely on a weekly basis

 and take some nuclear devices

 so that this side could also be

 the other side of town.

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