We are aimless And the target is an empty wall We´re out of patience With smiles that cut across her face No complaints But I wish I had my top of my brain I´d like to walk But the sun doesn´t know we´re awake We´re in spaceships Take a visit to the Pyranees Paid vacations Send a brochure from the agency No complaints But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room Walking papers and a hole Straight out from my shoes No complaints But it´s harder To believe in the truth She´ll write a message On a billboard And I´ll send it to you We feel painless Check the status on the info line In some ways tainted Radiation from the factory No complaints But it´s overrated, that´s for sure Take a bus back From Little Rock, Arkansas Or Modesto That´s where my drawl comes from