Burnpiles, Swimming Holes lyrics

We’ve got satellites. We’ve got a new Tower of Babel
We eat machines, and we wear labels
Get off the f*cking Internet, and cut off the cable
The mind is static, but the body’s still able

Burnpiles
Swimming holes

It’s quitting time—time to whoop and holler—
Can’t hardly make a dime without spending a dollar
If you’re sick of trying, then come on and follow
We’re going to wash ourselves in fire and water

Burnpiles
Swimming holes

If I was driving nails for Mammon, I’ll tell you what I’d do:
I’d cast my hammer in the old burnpile, and I’d go swimming, too

Burnpiles
Swimming holes