Motorcade — Beck

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