motorcade

these toys are all lifeless, the armor's worn off, the shadow of a shadow, is the ghost of a bomb, skyscraper standing, in a desert alone, a helicopter searchlight, is searching for no-one, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, the smokestack clouds with glory attached, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, the smokestack clouds with glory attached, the sky creatures dance, in a parking lot wind, that blows from a tundra, where the jungle begins, if there's hope in a roadblock, guns in a church, the lord will take his motorcade, and drive us into the dirt, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, the smokestack clouds with glory attached, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, the smokestack clouds with glory attached, there's a skyscraper on the moon, and a man standing on a window, forty-second floor, there's a light beaming through the galaxy, telling me everything's gonna be ok, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top, we're all pushing up the tin can mountain top