Текст песни Trap Door - Jon Langford

Too much music, too many buildings
Too many cars, too many lanes
Everything goes round in increasing circles
By remote control from miles away
I lost my footing and lost my way
Down the trapdor, down the drain
Our me out a coffee at four in the morning
I've read all the signs but I don't believe the warnings
What can I say?
I'm in splendid isolation through the whispers and the snoring
I wake up and I'm melting, I'm feeling like I'm falling
Down the trapdor, down the drain

Too many stations and corporations
Too many billboards, too many chains
The spice of life down ground to zero
It feels like Same Street USA
I lost my job and I lost my way
Down the trapdoor, down the drain