Whitevan OhGr

Just around 5 o'clock
Cars are screaming around the block
The boy is scared and looking around
He's feeling a little bit anxious
I think he's searching for his mother

What did you find?
On the white van

Facing this prospect I set out for today's
Over-introspection, I feast upon decay
Around me is misfortune, my avenue, all spades
Digging all the so-called diggers
Digging his own grave
Permit me Mr. Indecision watch his machine cave
End up on itself and watch one debit I win and mince our way
The seats are best from over there out beyond the shade
My diggers in their dirty coats their attitudes of spades

Passing the inspection, No!
Now this is every day
Special forces, special boots
The stomper comes to pay
Fancy men so over-suited for the final days
Keep the prince in timely chintz
Ring out the barren child at bay
Christen the disaster
At least that's what I say
Into which the thing determines which rate he decays
Keeping loads of sunshine
I love the job I play
Digging out this whole shitty world
Digging it today