custom concern

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