MOTORCADE

These toys are all lifeless The armor's worn off The shadow of a shadow Is the ghost of a bomb A skyscraper standing In a desert alone A helicopter searchlight Searching for no one We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop the smokestack clouds with glory attached We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop the smokestack clouds with glory attached Sky-dancers dance in a parking lot wind That comes from the tundra Where the jungle begins If there's hope in a road block Guns in a church The lord'll take his motorcade And drive us into the dirt We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop the smokestack clouds with glory attached We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop the smokestack clouds with glory attached… We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop… Ah… We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop… Ah… We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop… Ah…