Postures

Dodging craters and holes on the pavements Strolling along snoring concrete monsters They always look down on your dreams of escape Their million eyes on the flesh of your fate Holding on the wasteland Holding on the wasteland I cannot wait I cannot wait Gotta get control I cannot wait I cannot wait Gotta get control. Wearing your roughness, a stain soon erased A bull in a china store mumbling and dazed They'll always look down on your dreams of escape Their friendly eyes on the flesh of your fate Holding on the wasteland Holding on the wasteland I cannot wait I cannot wait Gotta get control I cannot wait I cannot wait Gotta get control Gonna get control Wearing your roughness, a stain soon erased A bull in a china store mumbling and dazed They'll always look down on your dreams of escape Their friendly eyes on the flesh of your fate I cannot wait I cannot wait Gotta get control I cannot wait I cannot wait Gotta get control