Make up and Wallpaper

Why do people yell about from the mountains
When all they need is a decent paycheck
To fulfill their unsatisfactory lives
Like a dozen worrisome warts stuck in a box
Living together with nobody for company
Each too busy trying to look good for the other

Cash registers full of change from last night
Journeys existing trying hard to remain parallel
‘No conflicts!’ they say when one path crosses another
Though each is busy trying hard to look good for the other

There’s talk of streets so full that we’d have to
Sell our hides for a place to live
Hundreds of years have already passed
The streets are full and they’re digging holes looking for places to live

There aren’t any mountains to shout about from
Then there’s talk of rocket ships with
Rooms and restaurants and things
Strange how people get about their lives
When all they do is try to look good for each other