Passenger - Brick walls
Well we dance without our shoes,But there’s glass around our feetAnd we’d walk around the town,But we’re allergic to concreteWe’d be stuffed to the gillsBut there’s nothing here to eatNo, there’s nothing here to eatNo, there’s nothing here to eatOh, well we’d love to rest our eyesBut we hear the floor boards creekSo, we lie with one eye open andClutch knives between the sheetsIf there’s no rest for the wickedWell, then we’ll never get no sleepWe’ll never get no sleepNo, we’ll never get no sleepOh, no…‘Cause we’re banging our head’s against brick wallsAnd the walls are hard and our head’s are softIt’s a painful way to get attentionIt’s a painful way to get attentionWe’re banging our head’s against brick wallsAnd the walls are hard and our head’s are softIt’s a painful way to get attentionIt’s a painful way to get attentionWe’re banging our head’s against brick wallsAnd the walls are hard and our head’s are softIt’s a painful way to get attentionIt’s a painful way to get attentionWe’re banging our head’s against brick wallsAnd the walls are hard and our head’s are softIt’s a painful way to get attentionIt’s a painful way to get attentionWe’re banging our head’s against brick wallsAnd the walls are hard and our head’s are softIt’s a painful way to get attentionIt’s a painful way to get attentionWe’re banging our head’s against brick wallsAnd the walls are hard and our head’s are softIt’s a painful way to get attentionIt’s a painful way to get attention, no