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
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
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
We´re all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We´re all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We´re all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We´re all pushing up the tin can mountain top
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