Too much music, too many buildings Too many cars, too many lanes Everything goes round in increasing circles By remote control from miles away I lost my footing and lost my way Down the trapdor, down the drain Our me out a coffee at four in the morning I've read all the signs but I don't believe the warnings What can I say? I'm in splendid isolation through the whispers and the snoring I wake up and I'm melting, I'm feeling like I'm falling Down the trapdor, down the drain Too many stations and corporations Too many billboards, too many chains The spice of life down ground to zero It feels like Same Street USA I lost my job and I lost my way Down the trapdoor, down the drain