Some days I wake    and I do look outside    and I know what I see    And think the dream from where I've come    might be reality    I stand and I do walk    and I do look    and I fall short of making sense    and on days like this I....       On days like these I'm looking at billboards and machines    and commercials on the screens    when the pictures in the trains    playing games inside the brains of all the people       who oblige like ants    to advertising sydnicates    I look at shit like this    and I cannot make no sense of it       Mad about thinking about thinking about    all the streets that never end    filled with cars and trucks and parking lots    and fumes that fill my head    and then my mind begins to hurt    it beats inside of me    I look and I do wonder    but I cannot make no sense of it       It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring    seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones    destruction these things bring    and then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this    I think of better things    and I cannot make no sense of it       I was born in a land where natives they were shamed    and today the government's afraid to recognise the blame    and deal with reconciliation that does stink    I think of better things    and I cannot make no sense of it          I think of better things....