Their custom concern for the people
Build up the monuments and steeples
To wear out our eyes
I get up just about noon

My head sends a message for me
To reach for my shoes then walk
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta get a job
Goes through the parking lot fields

Doesn't see no signs that they will yield
And then thought, this'll never end
This'll never end, this'll never stop
Message read on the bathroom wall

Says, "I don't feel at all like I fall."
And we're losing all touch, losing all touch
Building a desert


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Custom Concern Lyrics as written by Isaac Brock Eric Judy

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    You took the words right out of my mouth. I read an article a couple months ago talking about songs that describe how depression feels and this is the first song I thought of. It just seems to describe the tedium of day to day life in the world really well.

    Badwulfon September 23, 2011   Link

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