Providence Sunrise

This state is lyin'
It isn't an island.
It's capitol's tryin'
To be a bigger place.

It's mall is gigantic.
It's paper towels electric.
It's streets are all septic
And fill the river with waste.

The water's on fire,
And terrible drivers
Are spinning there tires
At a big city pace.

To keep it appealing
The streets are all healing.
Named after good feelings
To keep bad ones erased.

Your destination is on the Providence sunrise.
Baaaa.. baaa ba ba..................