at the weather, look at the news
Look at all the people in
We're burning time, bleeding grace
Still we worship at the marketplace
While common sense is going out of style
would be above it all by now
In some country garden in the shade
But it's business as usual,
Just grind it away, try to be righteous,
turn your heart into wood
Our better natures buried in the rubble
Got the prettiest white house
This is what he really means
Boy, you can't go surfing
All them sharks out there
I'm lurking beneath the curtain
Yeah, they love you blind
And it's a soul truck, a soul truck,
a soul truck, a soul truck, a soul truck,
Business as usual, day after day
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