Language City

Language City is a bad, old place

We all know

Where eyeballs float in space

We all know

We were 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'd infer, 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 in the street

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 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

On the telephone

On the telephone

On the telephone

Someone's counting the hours

In a paper room

In a paper room

In a paper room

Somebody's counting the hours

Know I know it's true

From above this room

Somebody's counting the hours

The hours

The hours

The houuuuurs

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