Strangelight

Fugazi

The sun's a strange light

Nothing grows right anymore

Scars on every stalk

Whose mouth should I use to talk?



The force that marks the routine

Temperature, whatever degrees

Create the bad thing

And lay our heads in it



Now it's hard to punch the clock

On a site where production's stopped

I'm just a warehouse filled with junk

Some somethings for some someones



Tasking time with tracking eye

Tectonic shifts one nerve at a time

I lay my head in it



A hundred plans to foritfy

Beige concrete goes on for miles

Hiding cities under it

Fill my mouth with non-mouth spit



There was a light at the window

A light under the door

But, it's not there anymore



(Come on over

Get your shoes on

Get your feet on, baby

Come on over)