Don't you know nobody lives here by choice anymore 
Don't you know no one rides for free 
Don't you know there's nothing that's just pretty like before 
Or so you keep telling me

The ocean ain't breaking its back to look friendly 
No, the killer sleeps cold  [bad word] through the veins of the city in borrowed cars and frozen shoes 
We do as we're told 
Over and over and over again 
Can't make a circle so end over end we go [bad word] away from the window 
The dogs will appear 
I've seen them around 
And now, as the head turns to hear 
You speak with a passion 
You know me so well 
Why should I build 
It's so easy to sell

Push

Push

It's never just a little 
It's never enough

It's never enough.