Oh, you're so sure you're big, well— Could you fit my—? Would you fit my—? Oh, you're so sure you're built well Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Build. Build. Build The nation's on the line The whites are out of time And it "hurts their hearts" Oh, you're so sure you're big, well— What gets you high Is love for a hate sign "She's a real kinda built tall" I'll still touch the sky And dig out on daylight Build. Build. Build You want it built. Your god's a wall You want it built. Your god's a wall