Motorcade - Beck

These toys are all lifeless

The armor’s worn off

The shadow of a shadow

Is the ghost of a bomb

Skyscraper standing

In a desert alone

A helicopter searchlight

Is searching for no-one

We’re all pushing up the tin can mountain top

The smokestack clouds with glory attached

We’re all pushing up the tin can mountain top

The smokestack clouds with glory attached

The sky creatures dance

In a parking lot wind

That blows from a tundra

Where the jungle begins

If there’s hope in a roadblock

Guns in a church

The lord will take his motorcade

And drive us into the dirt

There’s a skyscraper on the moon

And a man standing on a window

Forty-second floor

There’s a light beaming through the galaxy

Telling me everything’s gonna be ok

We’re all pushing up the tin can mountain top