These toys are all lifeless
The armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow
Is the ghost of a bomb
A skyscraper standing
In a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight
Searching for no one

We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop
The smokestack clouds with glory attached

Sky-dancers dance in a parking lot wind
That comes from the tundra
Where the jungle begins
If there's hope in a road block
Guns in a church
The lord 'll take his motorcade
And drive us into the dirt

We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop
The smokestack clouds with glory attached