Sheltered in the Sand

Our streets are littered with warning junk
 Telling you how low our vessel has sunk
 It's time to draw some kind of a line
 We nod our heads and we do agree
 We see all the signs but not what they mean
 Better safe than sorry with our faces down in the grime
 Devoid of any suspicion
 Did something go wrong
 With tired competitions we keep going on
 With the touch of a holy hand
 We bury our heads in the sand
 With the touch of the holy hand
 We don't understand
 We're safe and sheltered in the sand
 We rise and we holler down with the king
 But we wait and see what his majesty brings
 To the table before decapitation time
 Devoid of any suspicion
 Did something go wrong
 With tired competitions we keep going on
 With the touch of a holy hand
 We bury our heads in the sand
 With the touch of the holy hand
 We don't understand
 We're safe and sheltered in the sand
 Devoid of any suspicion
 Did something go wrong
 With tired competitions we keep going on
 With the touch of a holy hand
 We bury our heads in the sand
 With the touch of the holy hand
 We don't understand
 We're safe and sheltered in the sand