Youth Group - Why Don't The Buildings Cry?

Stepping: outside, a tap in my heart
Why hasn't the sky fallen apart?
Because inside this tower of sandstone and
steel
Someone just got served their last hospital
meal

The city is mocking my darkest hour
The bitumen winks through a sudden
shower
And the fat and the bloated people mime
A hideous laugh to a joke on drivetime

And I catch the train
Stand side-by-side
Why don't the buildings cry?

His lung's a machine, his hand's like a
fridge
You fuckwits don't deserve the privilege
Of sitting in the afternoon sun while it
sets
Enjoying every second of your cigarettes

And I catch the train
Stand side-by-side
Why don't the buildings cry?
Tear up the concrete skies
Why don't the buildings cry