And muted by the paints of sky   on the horizon birds fly   but noone cares to look      youth reminds us of old   buildings block more than they hold   pollution stains our fear      workers walk as the telephone talks   money drives down every block   where it stops, nobody knows      factories smoke as the child chokes   pedals turn the greasy spokes   rusty towards the gate      and the little blue boat drifts away   under silent skies and seas of rage   through the smoke filled days of air that's haze   beyond the eyes that cried spoiled rain      peace of mind is hard to find   long lines and construction signs   horns blow, people crave      falling apart in disrepair   years and years of wear and tear   abandoned buildings everywhere      sign says "keep away   only the bombs can stay   no man's land, no child's play"      societies machine - it's out of control   run aground and dig a hole   deeper as deep can go      and the little blue boat drifts away   under silent skies and seas of rage   through the smoke filled days of air that's haze   beyond the eyes that cried spoiled rain      beyond the eyes that cried spoiled rain