and I do look outside 

and I know what I see 

And think the dream from where I've come 

might be reality 

I stand and I do walk 

and I do look 

and I fall short of making sense 

and on days like this I.... 



On days like these I'm looking at billboards and 
machines 

and commercials on the screens 

when the pictures in the trains 

playing games inside the brains of all the people 



who oblige like ants 

to advertising sydnicates 

I look at shit like this 

and I cannot make no sense of it 



Mad about thinking about thinking about 

all the streets that never end 

filled with cars and trucks and parking lots 

and fumes that fill my head 

and then my mind begins to hurt 

it beats inside of me 

I look and I do wonder 

but I cannot make no sense of it 



It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring 

seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones 

destruction these things bring 

and then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like 
this 

I think of better things 

and I cannot make no sense of it 



I was born in a land where natives they were shamed 

and today the government's afraid to recognise the 
blame 

and deal with reconciliation that does stink 

I think of better things 

and I cannot make no sense of it