If I had a hammer, it would probably by covered in rust
I've got a broom and a dustpan, but they're covered in dust

I tried to fill the cracks
But they're everywhere in this town
This place is haunted and I'm gonna have to burn it down

We've got to start from scratch
All that's left is dust and ash
No idle hands; we stay busy hauling out the trash

In fact, to keep my head intact
I learned to stand with the wall against my back

We don't know what we are, but we're sure of what we're not
I know that language will fail us, but it's all we've got