Language City is a bad, old place   We all know   Where eyeballs float in space   We all know      We were tired, we can't sleep   It's crowded here, none of us leave   Language City don't mean a thing to me      Audiences, the same program is always on   I'd infer, it's best to avoid the law   When your wife wakes up and sees   Shut the blinds and block out the street   Language City don't mean a thing to me      All this working   Just to tear it down   All this working   Just to tear it down      Language City is a bad, old place   We all know   Eyeballs float in space   We all know      We're tired, we can't sleep   It's crowded in the street   Language City don't mean a thing to me      I been here so long my heart is a parking lot   Hollow feet rooted to the spot   But the fields are beyond belief   From tower out to where I can see   Language City don't mean a thing to me      All this working   Just to tear it down   All this working   Just to tear it down      On the telephone   On the telephone   On the telephone   Someone's counting the hours   In a paper room   In a paper room   In a paper room   Somebody's counting the hours      Know I know it's true   From above this room   Somebody's counting the hours   The hours   The hours   The houuuuurs      Oh the long bitter road   Let us down   Oh the ringing telephone   There's no one around      We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home      We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home   We are not at home      Hang on the telephone   Hang on the telephone   Hang on the telephone   Hang on the telephone