In The Stream Of Commerce

Cave In

no matter how many times we paint over these walls 
the writing still shines through 

in the stream of commerce we're afloat 
a thousand washed-up rockers trash the banks. 
oh no. 

in the stream of commerce we're afloat 
and unafraid to sail a sinking boat 
honestly my hand is on the plug this time 
it says here right on my dotted line 

haste creates waste 
keep your eyes on the road 
you might be able to drive 
but you're so lucky to be alive 

in the stream of commerce we're afloat 
miles of red tape have choked us dead 
now it's building like a nasty mold 
and everybody can't help but catch the cold 

aah aahh aaahh 

all the writing on the wall shines through... 
all the while we knew.