Language City

Language City is a bad old place
We all know
Where eyeballs float in space
We all know
We’re tired
We can’t sleep
It’s crowded here
None of us leave
Language City don’t mean a thing to me
Audiences, the same program is always on
I didn’t fail, it’s best to avoid the law
When your wife wakes up and sees
Shut the blinds and block out the street
Language City don’t mean a thing to me
All this working, just to tear it down
All this working, just to tear it down
Language City is a bad old place
We all know
Eyeballs float in space
We all know
We’re tired
We can’t sleep
It’s crowded here
None of us leave
Language City don’t mean a thing to me
I been here so long my heart is a parking lot
Hollow feet, rooted to the spot
But the fields are beyond belief
From the tower out to where I can see
Language City don’t mean a thing to me
All this working, just to tear it down
All this working, just to tear it down
And on the telephone, on the telephone, on the telephone
Somebody’s counting the hours
And in a paper room, in a paper room, in a paper room
Somebody’s counting the hours
And now I know it’s true, in a golden room, in a golden room
Somebody’s counting the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours
Oh the long bitter road
Let us down
Oh the ringing telephone
There’s no one around
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone