Animals They Dream About

Tribes of people
Without walls
Without words, windows, clothes
They aren't naked, they aren't silent
They don't see in what they can't see out

A million little rooms
With curtains tightly drawn
What we watch for at day
We become at night

What we watch for at day
We become at night
What we watch for at day
We become at night
What we watch for at day
We become at night
What we watch for at day
We become at night

Tribes of people, who become
The animals, they dream about
My brother has a car
It is his private part

Even in America we are watched
Watch each other like the clock
Even in America we are watched
Watch each other like the clock

What we watch for at day
We become at night
What we watch for at day
We become at night
What we watch for at day
We become at night
What we watch for at day
We become at night