Some days I wake And I do look outside And I know what I see And think the dream from where I've come Might be reality I stand and I do walk And I do look And I fall short of making sense And on days like this I... On days like these I'm looking at billboards and machines And commercials on the screens When the pictures in the trains Playing games inside the brains of all the people Who oblige like ants To advertising sydnicates I look at shit like this And I cannot make no sense of it Mad about thinking about thinking about All the streets that never end Filled with cars and trucks and parking lots And fumes that fill my head And then my mind begins to hurt It beats inside of me I look and I do wonder But I cannot make no sense of it It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring Seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones Destruction these things bring And then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this I think of better things And I cannot make no sense of it I was born in a land where natives they were shamed And today the government's afraid to recognise the blame And deal with reconciliation that does stink I think of better things And I cannot make no sense of it I think of better things