Songtext
No matter how many times
we paint over these walls,
the writing still shines through.
No matter how many times
we paint over these walls,
the writing still shines through.
In the stream of commerce we're afloat.
A thousand washed-up rockers trash the banks, oh no.
In the stream of commerce we're afloat,
unafraid to sail a sinking boat.
Honestly, my hand is on the plug this time.
It says here right here on my dotted line.
Haste creates waste
Keep your eyes on the road
You might be able to drive
But you're so lucky to be alive
No matter how many times
we paint over these walls,
the writing still shines through.
No matter how many times
we paint over these walls,
the writing still shines through.
In the stream of commerce we're afloat.
Miles of red tape have choked us dead.
Now it's building like a nasty mold,
and everyone can't help but catch the cold.
All the writing on the wall shines through.
All the while, we knew
Haste creates waste
Keep your eyes on the road
You might be able to drive
Now you're so lucky to be alive
Now you're so lucky to be alive
Now you're so lucky to be alive
Haste creates waste
Keep your eyes on the road
You might be able to drive
Now you're so lucky to be alive
ADAM MARC MCGRATH, CALEB MARK SCOFIELD, JOHN ROBERT CONNERS, STEPHEN BRODSKY
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