SINGER: Fugazi

SONG:Stacks

This time is real, i feel it passing through the telephone, no one is home now, no one is home. these stacks, they keep me down, so i build some more. america is just a word but i use it. language keeps me locked and repeating. this time is real, i see it passing by the avenue, nothing to do now, there's nothing to do. i see them spinning on, so i spin out. america is just a word but i use it. language keeps me locked and repeating.