No matter how many times   We paint over these walls   The writing still shines through      In the stream of commerce we're afloat   A thousand washed-up rockers trash the banks.   Oh no.      In the stream of commerce we're afloat   And unafraid to sail a sinking boat   Honestly my hand is on the plug this time   It says here right here on my dotted line      Haste creates waste   Keep your eyes on the road   You might be able to drive   But you're so lucky to be alive      No matter how many times   We paint over these walls   The writing still shines through      In the stream of commerce we're afloat   Miles of red tape have choked us dead   Now it's building like a nasty mold   And everyone can't help but catch the cold      Aah aahh aaahh      All the writing on the wall shines through . . .   All the while we knew.      Haste creates waste   Keep your eyes on the road   You might be able to drive   Now you're so lucky to be alive