In the Stream of Commerce

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