Concrete Tide- by: unknown forgotten

The people are dressed up
and they're up to no good
They're riding that old concrete wave
It's rippling to the future
Like a monsoon of the interstate
Road rash crumbling highways splash
Flowing ever towards downtown
Double yellow lines rolling like massive hills all around
It's a tidal wave into the future
all the people are getting ready for the worst
Their neck ties are their compass's
to ride the tide down south to prosper
The current will glide them easily
in their cars and surfboards alike
They're wearing their nice shoes tonight
They're holding up liqour stores
Hoarding all they can get
and preparing to ride this concrete wave into the future