All these feets and all these faces Different speeds in different places We want drinks and warm embraces We've got friends in higher places All these feets and all these faces Pretty streets and southern graces Perfect hair, expensive cases We've got sun and melting glaciers And the light in our eyes reflect The warmth that we all expect And the walls in our homes connect Silver mines and golden bracelets Bloody heads and clashing races The killer stalks before he chases His basement's full of bones and vases All these feets and all these faces Nature kills and then replaces And the light in his eye reflects The death that we all reject And the walls of his mind connect There's a box, in the box, in the back of my head
