It's moving day
And I'm grappling with
Immovable objects, untouchable subjects
I've had bad dreams about bad things
Too close to the truth
Too close to the news
Now I'm hurling bricks from my pa**way
I'm hurling boulders from my pa**way
Heave that shovel
My arms are tired
But my will is strong
Gotta push this boulder just a little bit longer
I've spent some time -- I've wasted words
On shallow minds
And vacant eyes
Now I'm hurling bricks from my pa**way
I'm hurling boulders from my pa**way
Heave that shovel
I think I am making progress
After banging my head so hard
If a brick won't break then you've got to move it
I think I am making progress
After banging my head so hard
If a law is a lie, then you can't use it
I took my wealth, put it on my shelf
Now I'm picking up pieces of my scattered self
I can put it together, put it in a frame
It could last forever,
Or maybe 'til Tuesday
And I'm hurling bricks from my pa**way
I'm hurling boulders from my pa**way
Heave that shovel