[Verse 1]

The custom concern for the people

Build up the monuments and steeples to wear out our eyes

[Verse 2]

I get up just about noon

My head sends a message for me to reach for my shoes and then walk

Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job

[Verse 3]

Goes through the parking lot fields

Didn't see no signs that they would yield and then thought

This'll never end, this'll never end, this'll never stop

[Verse 4]

Message read on the bathroom wall

Said, "I don't feel at all like I fall"

And we're losing all touch, losing all touch, building a desert