Language City is
a bad old place
We all know
where eyeballs
float in space
We all know
We were tired
We can't sleep
It's crowded here
None of us leave
Language City don't
mean a thing
to me
Audiences the same
program is always on
I'd infer
it's best to avoid the law
When your wife
wakes up and sees
shut the blinds and
block out the street
Language City don't
mean a thing
to me
All this working
just to tear it down
All this working
just to tear it down
Language City is
a bad awlful place
We all know
eyeballs float in space
We all know
We were tired
We can't sleep
It's crowded here
None of us leave
Language City don't
mean a thing
to me
I been here so long
my heart is
a parking lot
Hollow feet
rooted to the spot
But the fields
are beyond belief
from the tower out
to where I can see
Language City don't
mean a thing
to me
All this working
just to tear it down
All this working
just to tear it down
And on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
someone is
counting the hours
And in a paper room
In a paper room
In a paper room
someone is
counting the hours
And now I know it's true
in a golden room
in a golden room
Someone is counting
the hours the hours
the hours the hours
Oh the long bitter road
let us down
Oh the ringing telephone
There's no one around
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone