My God it's hot, I can't cool down
I walk to pass the time
Between lying and talking to the ground
I spend, 'bout have the time
Outside making noises at the ground
And it's making noises at me
I saw, most the time
Get buried between the ceiling and the ground
(and it's making noises at me)
These new machines, making my hands clean
The soul, it's ashamed, we call it by it's Christian name
It's all the same to me
Got pushed back down, 'cause my back's brown
It's cruel, I'm ashamed, he called me by my mastеr's name
And I could not do anything
Woosh
My god, it's hot