What now? Men with briefcases loiter around us
Banks profit off of our bread
I’m the Asphalt Prince
Of course, go ahead and put
the park into a plastic bag
The adults fall in love with a madman
Oh, how small I am
Asphalt Prince
Asphalt Prince
Asphalt Prince
I am, I am
And now, why is my cradle enlarged again
So uttered the boy upon his lover
I’m the Asphalt Prince
Damned be it, the monsters arise around us again
With their claws they grab onto our savings’ jar
I am still so small
Asphalt Prince
Asphalt Prince
Asphalt Prince
I am, I am
Asphalt Prince
Asphalt Prince
Asphalt Prince
I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
What now? I stop and stay to watch
I see Mother crying in secret
But I’m the Asphalt Prince