Lyrics

Concrete Boxes
(Words and music by Allan Dawson)

Concrete boxes and toxic skies,
An information super-high.
Crowded people along for the ride,
No direction, stolen lives,
People scatter folding paper,
Waiting for their token waiver,
Ambition lost to scaling labour,
Imagining invented saviour.

I don't think anyone's got a brain in their head!

These seven years of concrete boxes have made me numb to you.
These seven years of concrete boxes have made me numb to you.

There’s no idols any more.
Justified lies in lazy law.
Nobody held in awe,
Technological overhaul.
There’s no leader in the light,
To capture public eye.
No captain of the flight,
Remembered for the fight.

I don't think anyone's got a brain in their head!

These seven years of concrete boxes have made me numb to you.
These seven years of concrete boxes have made me numb to you.

There's seven years of concrete boxes in all I want to do.
There's seven years of concrete boxes in all I want to do.
These seven years of concrete boxes have made me numb to you.
These seven years of concrete boxes have made me numb to you.