Civil Engineering

Oh the city was built, it was perfectly laid out
 In a grid-like form, and too close to its neighbor
 Problems evolve, no, they're not created
 Put disclaimers on the news
 There's a man on the street, God told him to wait there
 For a message to be sent in a bottle
 The bottles he sees are all broken, discarded
 But boys come by late at night
 No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
 No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
 No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
 And the boys who pass by, they won't give him a dollar
 'Cause they know that he'll use it for mouthwash or Sterno
 Besides, they've got nothing left in their wallets
 They just spent all their money on beer
 No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
 No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
 No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
 And the leaders of nations stand tall at their pulpits
 And complain about how they're all victims of violence
 And nothing they do will solve any of it
 So they may as well just smile
 And they may talk a lot, but it's la la la
 Yeah, they may talk a lot, but it's la la la
 Yeah, they may talk a lot, but it's la la la
 And you're a proselytizing, prophylactic mess
 And the girl who loves you is circumspect
 With her bloodshot eyes
 And her tear-stained dress
 And you're a proselytizing, prophylactic mess
 And the girl who loves you is circumspect
 With her bloodshot eyes
 And her tear-stained dress
 No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
 No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
 No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
 No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
 No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
 No you don't talk at all, you go la la la