Endless Shovel Songtext / Lyric

These metal heads

The market research

They're so fond of that

Those beady eyes

The velvet tea cups

The arms on the maps



I'll never know just what i'm doing

I'll never know what is it

I never know what is wrong with you, you know

It feels so bad






The foreign films

The skin and matter

The thoughts on the shelf

The level head

The endless shovel

The fat on the lap

I feel so bad

Yet it seems so right

You point out every mistake and complain every night



I'll never know just what I'm screwing

I'll never know what is it

I never know what is wrong with you, you know

It feels so bad