Capital - John K. Samson
So when they wonder where the money went
And we can't swim here anymore
And bankers warble algorithmically from the shore
The stations pump the new austerity
The Ogallala Aquifer and crackling
California reservoirs making sure
Priced out of that old neighborhood for good
The payday lonely pray in parking lots
A one bar wi-fi kind of town
The pilot flares oppose another night coming down
Coming down
