So what do you do for a living?
 I dug holes
 And what do you put in there?
 I bury hopes

 Born in the shadow of Babylon
 I speak in tongues but don't understand a word
 I know how to wield a sword
 but never learned how to plough
 I know how to build castles mountain high
 That are bound to fall
 I'm not a coward but I hide behind the words
 I play my songs, winds carry them home

 I know the science but the science doesn't know me
 And every now and then I burn Rome
 My [bad word] this world
 But they're raised to fail

 World owes you nothing
 Promised you nothing
 And nothingness swallows it all
 Don't curse, [bad word] 
 Don't fight, don't fear
 Grow up before you grow old

 I really hoped that if I dig long enough
 I'd find [bad word]  fire, pain and death
 But it's just mud and some plastic bags