Custom Concern (by Modest Mouse)

The custom concern for the people...
Build up the monuments and steeples
To wear out our eyes.

I get up just about noon.
My head sends a message for me
To reach for my shoes and then walk...
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job.

Go through the parking-lot fields.
Don't see any signs that they will yield
And then thought: this'll never end
This'll never end, this'll never end,
This'll never end, this'll never... stop.

Message read on the bathroom wall
Says, "I don't feel at all like I thought I would."
We're losing all touch, losing all touch,
Building a desert...

-"Custom Concern" by Modest Mouse