Another eighty-one dead since dawn
Spiders crawling 'cross the ceiling
Next door there's voices moaning
Can't tell if they're coming or going
Thumb press strike over speaker
Two bombshells hit the villa
A vertical of bone-thin children
Celebrity smiling, drops the weight
It's just the buzzing in your ear
(You've got to earn a living)
It's what's waiting over there
(Just got to keep on living)
The sounds we cannot hear
The sounds we cannot hear
The scroll deforms the day
Poet screamed: Goodbye everybody!
Leaping from the liner Orizaba
As it traversed the Caribbean Sea
A new vulgar company is targeting me
It's the weight you cannot bear
(You've got to earn a living)
It's the guilt you cannot feel
(Just got to keep on living)
The sounds we cannot hear
The sounds we cannot hear
The sounds we cannot hear
The sounds we cannot hear
The sounds we cannot hear
The sounds we cannot hear
