The 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
And then walk
Gotta go to work
Gotta go to work
Gotta have a job

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

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