In this land where nothing is sacred
She was buried, six feet under
On and on the days they came running
She is ready to fall asunder				
We’re in the city that never sleeps
And far and wide we go
Respect’s only skin deep
If you don’t proceed 

They tell you to
Rest in peace mama
Now don’t you worry mama 
We won’t desert mama
Until she has to get up for them
Rest in peace mama 
We won’t desert mama 
Now don’t you worry mama
Until she has to get up for them

From this land some sand is required
To not get injured by the trampling
Give her some  peace and quiet
But you rather not think about it
‘cause on the surface the whistle blows
The train  is moving, on it goes
And in the distance they pave the road
Louder gets the drone