If I had a hammer
It would probably by covered in rust
I've got a broom and a dustpan
But they're covered in dust
I tried to fill the cracks
But they're everywhere in this town
This place is haunted
And I'm gonna have to burn it down
We've got to start from scratch
All that's left is dust and ash
No idle hands
We stay busy hauling out the trash
In fact, to keep my head intact
I learned to stand with the wall against my back
Your wall against my back
We don't know what we are
But we're sure of what we're not
I know that language will fail us
But it's all we've got.