Burnpiles, Swimming Holes

We’ve got satellites. We’ve got a new Tower of Babel
We eat machines, and we wear labels
Get off the fucking Internet, and cut off the cable
The mind is static, but the body’s still able

Burnpiles
Swimming holes

It’s quitting time—time to whoop and holler—
Can’t hardly make a dime without spending a dollar
If you’re sick of trying, then come on and follow
We’re going to wash ourselves in fire and water

Burnpiles
Swimming holes

If I was driving nails for Mammon, I’ll tell you what I’d do:
I’d cast my hammer in the old burnpile, and I’d go swimming, too

Burnpiles
Swimming holes