Supreme Trading (New York Is The New York)

"50 bucks is the new 5 dollars", it says on the bathroom wall
And "Men are the new women" is written up in one of the stalls
But really nothing is the new anything
All things are their own
All things are their own
And though there is no going home
There are moments of beauty and repose
This is not one of those
All things are their own

Is this anyone's utopia?
Anyone's best of all possible anythings?
Hell no
Or at least I really don't think so

Irony isn't dead but it sure is stinking up the joint
Its point made long ago
The advertisements just won't let it go
Into nothingness
Into yesterday
Into far away from this place that on our good days we call home
For better and for worse
And I know we can do better
And you do too
So let's

Alright?
Okay

Is this anyone's utopia?
Anyone's best of all possible anythings?
Hell no
Or at least I really don't think so [x2]

Excuse me do you work here?
I seem to have spilled my eight dollar beer
And to have shoved three rolls of toilet paper down the toilet
And then pissed on it
So if you can clean up this mess
Right now
Alright?
Okay
Okay?
Alright