Strangelight

The sun's a strange light Nothing grows right anymore Scars on every stalk Whose mouth should I use to talk? The force that marks the routine Temperature, whatever degrees Create the bad thing And lay our heads in it Now it's hard to punch the clock On a site where production's stopped I'm just a warehouse filled with junk Some somethings for some someones Tasking time with tracking eye Tectonic shifts one nerve at a time I lay my head in it A hundred plans to foritfy Beige concrete goes on for miles Hiding cities under it Fill my mouth with non-mouth spit There was a light at the window A light under the door But, it's not there anymore (Come on over Get your shoes on Get your feet on, baby Come on over) --- Strangelight - Fugazi