some male god has a place reserved for him every cold night in every locked and empty church
while people chase the days sinking light for an obscure place to rest they gotta search and search
cars have places reserved for them each day and night
indeed, they cover much of the earth
but don't loiter by one or try to get sleep inside
I guess our existence has to be justified by more than our birth
‘cause you pay for your space and you work for your pay
and we're working to keep this death system alive

I got stopped walking
through a ordinary dream
the same old bizarre themes
built from childhood memory schemes
a stupid face went talking
to ask me for ID
he held the title for melancholy
he said, ma'am, you're gonna have to wake up
you're trespassing

some people sweat on assembly lines
some sit in an air-cooled office
politicians get paid fortunes to tell lies
most real workers have empty pockets
we do it so we can buy the right to survive
and when they ask what you do
you have the currency of a response
ask me what i do, I'm trying not to get fooled
into thinking what I am isn't enough

I got stopped walking
through a ordinary dream
the same old bizarre themes
built from childhood memory schemes
a stupid face went talking
to ask me for ID
he held the patent on lucidity
he said wake up ma'am, this is proprietary

some male god has a place reserved for him every cold night in every locked and empty church
while people chase the day's sinking light
for an obscure place to rest they gotta search