Their custom concern for the people
Build up the monuments and steeples
To wear out our eyes
I get up just about noon
My head sends a message for me
To reach for my shoes then walk
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta get a job
Goes through the parking lot fields
Doesnt see no signs that they will yield
And then thought, thisll never end
Thisll never end, thisll never stop
Message read on the bathroom wall
Says, "i dont feel at all like I fall."
And were losing all touch, losing all touch
Building a desert
