She bends beneath dim bulbs
Ten thousand seams she sewed
While outside sun's not reached midday

Time triples still she toils
Dark city, lungs are soiled
Employees which I happily pay


Build my god
Bill my karma


We hid beneath the leaves


Adam and a thief
The Lord walks and calls to ask the blame
I bit the fruit and lied

Bargain bags by my side
Trade trees for toilet paper fame


Build my god
Bill my karma