Our streets are littered with warning junk Telling you how low our vessel has sunk It's time to draw some kind of a line We nod our heads and we do agree We see all the signs but not what they mean Better safe than sorry with our faces down in the grime Devoid of any suspicion Did something go wrong With tired competitions we keep going on With the touch of a holy hand We bury our heads in the sand With the touch of the holy hand We don't understand We're safe and sheltered in the sand We rise and we holler down with the king But we wait and see what his majesty brings To the table before decapitation time Devoid of any suspicion Did something go wrong With tired competitions we keep going on With the touch of a holy hand We bury our heads in the sand With the touch of the holy hand We don't understand We're safe and sheltered in the sand Devoid of any suspicion Did something go wrong With tired competitions we keep going on With the touch of a holy hand We bury our heads in the sand With the touch of the holy hand We don't understand We're safe and sheltered in the sand