Civil Engineering Songtext
von The Michael J. Epstein Memorial Library

Oh the city was built, it was perfectly laid out
In a grid-like form, and too close to its neighbor
Problems evolve, no, they're not created
Put disclaimers on the news

There's a man on the street, God told him to wait there
For a message to be sent in a bottle
The bottles he sees are all broken, discarded
But boys come by late at night

No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
No they don't talk at all, they go la la la

And the boys who pass by, they won't give him a dollar
'Cause they know that he'll use it for mouthwash or Sterno
Besides, they've got nothing left in their wallets
They just spent all their money on beer

No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
No they don't talk at all, they go la la la
No they don't talk at all, they go la la la


And the leaders of nations stand tall at their pulpits
And complain about how they're all victims of violence
And nothing they do will solve any of it
So they may as well just smile

And they may talk a lot, but it's la la la
Yeah, they may talk a lot, but it's la la la
Yeah, they may talk a lot, but it's la la la

And you're a proselytizing, prophylactic mess
And the girl who loves you is circumspect
With her bloodshot eyes
And her tear-stained dress

And you're a proselytizing, prophylactic mess
And the girl who loves you is circumspect
With her bloodshot eyes
And her tear-stained dress

No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
No you don't talk at all, you go la la la

No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
No you don't talk at all, you go la la la
No you don't talk at all, you go la la la