Custom Concern

The custom concern for the people

Build up 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

Well, I got to go to work, got to go to work, got to have a job

He goes through the parking lot fields

He doesn't see no signs that they will yield and then thought

Well, this'll never end, this'll never end, this'll never stop

Message read on thе bathroom wall

Said, "I don't feel at all like I fall"

And I'm losing all touch, losing all touch, building a desert

I'm building mysеlf a desert

I'm building myself a desert

I'm building myself a desert

I'm building myself a desert