He fell to earth put down his roots

Beat the ground with an iron fist

Built him a station to call his own

Tied himself to the door by the wrist

 

This place is not for sale

This place is not for sale

 

Selling out and buying time

Wasting strength and saving face

Stood by his values, sat down by himself

Assembled a cast iron case

 

This place is not for sale

This place is not for sale

 

Black clouds all gathered, washed the station away

His resolve had just started to melt

Went out in the world and wandered for years

Cursed the bad luck the weather had dealt

 

He said:

 

“I’ve seen misfortune and I’ve seen pain

Bad timing and plans that just fail

If all that money can’t stand up by itself

Then this place is not for sale”

 

This place is not for sale

This place is not for sale