The custom concern for the people
Is build up 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
He 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 says
"I don’t feel at all, at all like I fall." and
We’re losing all our touch, losing all our touch now
Building a desert
Oh my love were building ourselves a desert
We’re building ourselves a desert
We’re building ourselves a desert
We’re building ourselves a desert
We’re building ourselves a desert
We’re building ourselves a desert