I got your culture right here!
Confined to little rooms!
Raw goods and bureaucrats!
You can't pull that from the ground.

No wonder everything where your from
is fallen down
inert and deathly silent now

It's just scattered fires!
And peeping toms!

And they can't see you passing slowly through
the riots screaming crowds!

There are bodies stacked!

It wont give you anything you need
it just looks like rubble to me!

If you want to go you're free to leave
but hey it just looks like rubble to me!

Heart attacks and amputees
are never far away

Nor are the filth and fame
all those things you wanted for me

And maybe if we both picked out the
best debris our lives would both work out

You'll never find a thing!
You'll never know what it means!

And you swear it's beautiful but to me
it just looks like things falling down

There are bodies stacked

It wont give you anything you need
it just looks like rubble to me!

If you want to go you're free to leave
but hey it just looks like rubble to me!

And it's slowly ending
and with every second passing by,
it just looks more and more like
just things falling down

It wont give you anything you need
it just looks like rubble to me!

If you want to go you're free to leave
but hey it just looks like rubble to me!

Fuck!