Nobody Films The Reps

[Verse]

Five forty in the morning and the lights come on in banks,

one section at a time, like the building's saying thanks

for nothing, 'cause it's cold and there is nobody to impress.

Custodian named Big Ray with a mop and a radio, I guess.

Nobody wants the middle. Everybody wants the shirt.

Everybody wants the story where the kid came up from dirt.

The dirt part takes eleven months and doesn't make a sound.