Sacred burial mounds,
They are covered by the scrap yards and trailer parks
A kingdom
Of fast food dreams and long gone neglected thoughts
And they are resting here
They are resting upon ancient lives
While the machinery keeps your head up high
And it moves forward
Getting closer
...to the end...
A kingdom of fast food dreams
They tell you how to feel
And how we are supposed to breed
A kingdom of scrap yards
Upon sacred burial mounds
And it feels just like the right thing here to do
♪
At a distance
It all have color
But up close they are black and white
Yes, at a distance
At a distance it all have color
But up close they are black and white
And they are resting here
They are resting upon ancient lives
While the machinery keeps your head up high
And it moves forward
Getting closer
...to the end...
A kingdom of fast food dreams
They tell you how to feel
And how we are supposed to breed
A kingdom of scrap yards
Upon sacred burial mounds
And it feels just like the right thing here to do
♪
A kingdom of fast food dreams
They tell you how to feel
And how we are supposed to breed
A kingdom of scrap yards
Upon sacred burial mounds
And it feels just like the right thing here to do