I'm still under construction
Come back in a couple of years
They're still pouring the foundation
And grinding over my fears
It goes a little like this
I'm under maintenance
I don't know when I'll be done
They're tearing down my headaches one by one
It's a real production
But things are moving along
They're stripping out all the wiring
Cause something must have been wrong
Well I told all of the workers
To not hold back in the least
There's nothing here very useful
Well nothing that isn't deceased
It goes a little like that
They're smoothing everything flat
Letting in a little sun
They're tearing down excuses one by one
They're clearing out the cobwebs one by one