To Alpha Centuri

I stare at this fortune with no more hurdles to overcome A thorough assessment Concluded that in the broader sense no one would be without Why stop looking there, my friend? There's options all around There's gold up in the air, it's not just underground Composers have a choice of knives to cut you all away Water, schools, the roads, it's all for sale Is it possible the hand was overplayed? Or the intent was not to repair? Repair these broken pipes 'Cause I hear the ones that serve downtown are rusted A heart you can replace, it's liberty's command Who'd want to stop the trend? Let's privatise the air we breathe Air we breathe