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       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