Built by the People

Built by the people with the restless muses Feel, feel the silence As the match is struck Hear, hear the cheering As they blast the lock Feel, feel the floor shake As they climb up your stairs It’s yours, your own private earthquake What would mother have said? Built by the people with the restless muses Watch, watch the doorknob Turning to the right See, see the faces As your door is opened wide Feel, feel the chasm As you look into their eyes Dirty shoes on your fine floors You know mother wouldn’t like that Built by the people with the restless muses Squeaky wheel get the grease Gonna squeak loud, loud Squeaky wheel get the grease Gonna squeak loud