Our streets are littered with warning junk
Telling you how low our vessel has sunk
It's time to draw some kind of a line
We nod our heads and we do agree
We see all the signs but not what they mean
Better safe than sorry with our faces down in the grime

Devoid of any suspicion
Did something go wrong
With tired competitions we keep going on

With the touch of a holy hand
We bury our heads in the sand
With the touch of the holy hand
We don't understand
We're safe and sheltered in the sand

We rise and we holler down with the king
But we wait and see what his majesty brings
To the table before decapitation time

Devoid of any suspicion
Did something go wrong
With tired competitions we keep going on

With the touch of a holy hand
We bury our heads in the sand
With the touch of the holy hand
We don't understand
We're safe and sheltered in the sand

Devoid of any suspicion
Did something go wrong
With tired competitions we keep going on

With the touch of a holy hand
We bury our heads in the sand
With the touch of the holy hand
We don't understand
We're safe and sheltered in the sand