Our streets are littered with warning junk
Telling you how low our vessel has sunk
Now it's time to draw some kind of a line

Yeah, we nod our heads and we do agree
We see all the signs but not what they mean
Better safe than sorry with our faces down in the grime

Devoid of any suspicion
Now, did something go wrong
With tired competitions
We keep going on

With the touch of a holy hand
We bury our heads in the sand
With the touch of a holy hand
We don't understand
We're safe and sheltered in the sand

We rise and we holler down with the king
But we wait and see what his majesty brings
To the table before decapitation time

Devoid of any suspicion
Now, did something go wrong
With tired competitions
We keep going on
With the touch of a holy hand
We bury our heads in the sand
With the touch of a holy hand
We don't understand
We got everything that we need
But we can't get our hearts to bleed
With the touch of a holy hand
We don't understand
We're safe and sheltered in the sand