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