Lyrics:

Who needs remote control?
The way I feel right now is impenetrable
And on a big fourth down, a bump in the road
The shortest little tunnel ride from lake to Monroe
Ring, ring, ring, oh my death machine
You know it rings all day, it doesn't mean anything
I took the ride line south, the mask on my mouth
For all my friends in different metropolitan towns
For all my friends in different metropolitan towns
It's just another wrinkle in the cloud

It's what you get
It's where you are
That's how we're built
What a world
What a world
It's what you get
It's where you are
It's not a race
What a world
What a world
It's like a whistle in the wind
Feels like the end of everything

Who sees the thread in the veil?
I need my government check, it got lost in the mail
And for the fresh new pack, fifteen on the bill
Everything considered, still a drop in the pail
Ooh-wee, check your messages please
I'm in the crib these days, where would you rather be?
I miss the brown line track, too close to the screen
'Cause that view of the city is my favorite scene
Yeah, that view of the city is my favorite scene
Covered up the wrinkles underneath

It's what you get
It's where you are
That's how we're built
What a world
What a world
It's what you get
It's where you are
It's not a race
What a world
What a world