Songtexte Building Downtown (Antichrist Television Blues) - Arcade Fire

Don′t wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna work in a building downtown
I don′t know what I'm gonna do
'Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two
Don′t wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don′t wanna see when the planes hit the ground
Don't wanna work in a building downtown
I don′t wanna work in a building downtown
Parking their cars in the underground
Their voices when they scream, well they make no sound
I wanna see the cities rust
And the troublemakers riding on the back of the bus
Dear God, I'm a good Christian man
In your glory, I know you understand
That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid
My girl′s thirteen, but she don't act her age
She can sing like a bird in cage
Oh, Lord, if you could see her when she′s up on that stage
You know that I'm a God-fearing man
You know that I'm a God-fearing man
But I just gotta know if it′s part of your plan
To seat my daughters there by your right hand
I know you′ll do what's right, Lord
For they are the lanterns and you are the light
Now I′m overcome by the light of day
My lips are near, but my heart is far away
Tell me what to say, I'll be your mouthpiece
Into the light of a bridge that burns
As I drive from the city with the money that I earned
Into the dark of a starless sky
I′m staring into nothing and I'm asking you why
Lord, let me make her a star
So the world can see who you really are
Little girl, you′re old enough to understand
You'll always be a stranger on a strange, strange land
The men are gonna come while you're fast asleep
So you better just stay close and hold onto me
If my little mockingbird don′t sing
Then daddy won′t buy her no diamond ring
Dear God, would you send me a child?
Oh, God, would you send me a child?
'Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen
So the world can see what your true word means
Lord, would you send me a sign?
′Cause I just gotta know if I'm wasting my time
Now I′m overcome, by the light of day
My lips are near but my heart is far away
Now the war is won, how come nothing tastes good?
Oh, you're such a sensitive child
You know you′re such a sensitive child
I know you're tired but it's alright
I just need you to sing for me tonight
You′re gonna have your day in the sun
You know God loves the sensitive ones
Oh, my little bird in a cage
Oh, my little bird in a cage
I need you to get up for me up on that stage
And show the men that you′re old for your age
Now ain't the time for fear
But if you don′t take it, it'll disappear
Oh, my little mockingbird, sing
Oh, my little mockingbird, sing
I need you to get up on that stage for me, honey
And show the men it′s not about the money
Wanna hold a mirror up to the world
So that they can see themselves inside my little girl
Do you know where I was at your age?
Any idea where I was at your age?
I was working downtown for the minimum wage
I'm not gonna let you just throw it all away
I′m through being cute, I'm through being nice
Oh, tell me, Lord, am I the Antichrist?