This might be the final year to find them here
Looking down
At what got made and who gets paid to volunteer

To tear it down

Lying straight and low under the grey star

Need to know, need to know which way to go.

Deep inside the Giant's mind

A thought got up: "It is here."
Sifting through the blowback strewn in front of him
Drinking beer


Lying straight and low under the grey star
Need to know, need to know no sense at all.

Need to know, need to know no sense at all.
Need to know, need to know no sense at all.
Need to know, need to know no sense at all.