Lyrics

Blessed are we.
The heavens keep annointing us.
We’re well-born and we dabble in propriety.
You won’t regret joining us.
We’re not your great, great, great grandfather’s petite bourgeoisie.

More than a whim.
We’ve got a master plan.
We’re gonna cut down all the trees and name streets after them.
We’ll build 24-hour gyms.
We’ll pave paradise and put some microbreweries in too.

You can take it all for granted. Take anything you can and take a bow.
Angle for the big one from your stateroom while the ship is going down.
Squeeze the huddled masses, take the poor for all they’re worth.
Go on and take them to the cleaners, you won’t never lose your shirt.
You’re in the inner circle now.
Of the outer loop.

A real community.
We’ve got room for everyone.
Doctors, lawyers, middle managers, and moms who run.
Land of opportunity.
We’ve got a brand new Chick-fil-A and our own Cinnabon too.
Twisting rights of way.
A fortified oasis.
We’ve got this little thing we call an HOA.
We can’t come out and say this,
But it helps keep poor white trash and Mexicans and blacks away too.

You can take it all for granted. Take anything you can and take a bow.
Take comfort taking aim and take your potshots from that balcony before it hits the ground.
Go on and take your ball, go home to your suburban getaway.
Take liberties and hilltops. Move the headstones, leave the graves.
You’re in the inner circle now.
Of the outer loop.

Postured on our own two feet,
Like iron and potter’s clay.
We built the empire on a dead end street.
Conspired to have our sons and daughters pay.
That cul-de-sac by any other name.
Simply wouldn’t sell the same.

O’ genteel pioneers.
Your happiness is guaranteed.
Go on and look around, you’ll swear this is the last frontier.
Everything you’ll ever need.
Till that lease on your Nissan runs out next year.
Just past the red line.
Not quite off the beaten path.
Oh, but hey, we’re fun and random if you can imagine that.
We’re so much more than wine and cheese filled
Cadavers with accountants and advanced degrees.

You can take it all for granted. Take anything you can and take a bow.
Clear your throat and straighten up that windsor knot. The blade is coming down.
Take a hard line, take a vow, and make a point of taking sides.
You might have it now, but you can’t take it with you when you die.
You’re in the inner circle now.
Of the outer loop.

You’re in the inner circle now.
Of the outer loop.