Stacks Fugazi

This time is real
I feel it passing through the telephone
No one is home now
No one is home

These stacks
They keep me down
So I build some more
America is just a word but I use it
But I use it
But I use it
But I use it

Language keeps me
Locked and repeating
Language keeps me
Locked and repeating
Language keeps me
Locked and repeating
Language keeps me
Locked and repeating

This time is real
I see it passing by the avenue
Nothing to do now
There's nothing to do