From up on a hill I see the big ones go to work And the little ones go to school Holding boxes I walk around the streets And listen to what they're saying Trying to think Of what's missing I put a scar on my face I gave myself a physical change Now everyone knows What I stand for Were there straight lines Were there straight lines Was it such a straight line Before man came around Were there straight lines Were there straight lines Was it such a straight line Before man came around Were there straight lines Were there straight lines Was it such a straight line Before man came around