Custom Concern
Isaac Brock / Modest Mouse
The 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
And then walk
Got to go to work
Got to go to work
Got to have a job
He goes through the parking lot fields
Didn't see no signs that they would heal and then find
This will never end
This will never end
This will never end
Message read on the bathroom wall said:
I don't feel at all like I thought
And we're losing all touch
Losing all touch
Building a desert