[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