C 
The custom concern for the people to 
Am 
Build up the monuments and steeples 
   G            F 
To wear out our eyes 

C 
I get up just about noon 
   Am 
My head sends a message for me 
                           G 
to reach for my shoes then walk 
                                                 F 
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job 

C 
Goes through the parking lot fields 
Am 
Doesn't see no signs that they will yield 
         G 
And then thought, this'll never end 
                                 F 
This'll never end, this'll never stop 

C 
Message read on the bathroom wall 
       Am 
Says, "I don't feel at all like I fall." 
          G 
And we're losing all touch, losing all touch 
           F 
Building a desert