C
The custom concern for the people to
Am
Build up the monuments and steeples
   G            F
To wear out our eyes

C
I get up just about noon
   Am
My head sends a message for me
                           G
to reach for my shoes then walk
                                                 F
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job

C
Goes through the parking lot fields
Am
Doesn't see no signs that they will yield
         G
And then thought, this'll never end
                                 F
This'll never end, this'll never stop

C
Message read on the bathroom wall
       Am
Says, "I don't feel at all like I fall."
          G
And we're losing all touch, losing all touch
           F
Building a desert