arrow's pointing to the end they don't care busy with 
their money to spend so worried change will spoil their 
plan river's edge is caving in razor's edge is digging in 
we are banned from the promised land we are banned from 
the promised land scolding, yet holding and molding the 
gold doing whatever, but never what we're told we'd put 
up a fight, but we can't cause we're old plus we're 
content just buying what we're sold bending, breaking, 
the crowd sits and stands never making sense, just cents, 
always bland it's unfair that we're here eating sand 
while you're over there at the hot dog stand it's unfair 
that we're here eating sand forever and always as we 
always planned