Language City

Language City is a bad old place
 We all know
 Where eyeballs float in space
 We all know
 We're 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 didn't fail, 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 (x2)
 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 here
 None of us leave
 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 the tower out to where I can see
 Language City don't mean a thing to me
 All this working, just to tear it down (x2)
 And on the telephone, on the telephone, on the telephone
 Somebody's counting the hours
 And in a paper room, in a paper room, in a paper room
 Somebody's counting the hours
 And now I know it's true, in a golden room, in a golden room
 Somebody's counting the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours
 Oh the long bitter road
 Let us down
 Oh the ringing telephone
 There's no one around
 We are not at home (x6)
 We are not at home (x6)
 Hang on the telephone (x4)