Wings of blindness fly me home   Temptation lad to love with chrome   The city and the problem child   Teething, boredom, running wild   Cheated, beaten, opened, abused   These dreams of concrete have no real use   The repercussions of the naive need,   Torn and twisted by the failure of greed      chorus:   The trouble with concrete is the fabric of thought   If only we used it like we were taught   But battered by the pain and screams   We're left with rubble from these concrete dreams      The teachers shun the chosen word   And educate the losers with the absurd   The system does not know the truth   Radio edit hides the proof      Chorus      My dream of concrete led me here   As the rubble fell, so did the fear   Waiting for the lights to go out   So concrete I can dream about      Chorus:   The trouble with concrete is how we're taught   Make concrete the fabric of your thought   I was told at a young age   Now only death can halt my rage.