Not sure what to do with myself lately
Me and all my friends are just so weird
Guess we'll hang out on the beach
Make some babies
Raise 'em up in the land of engineers
We'll put our roots down somewhere sandy
Close to all the people we hold dear
Maybe take a couple flights of fancy
But we'll end up back in the land of engineers
Seems like everything's gone hazy
A thousand pounds of concrete between my ears
I work so hard, and grow so lazy
Living in the land of engineers
The war machine is always hungry
It feeds on all your most delicious fears
But I'll keep my head down, take the money
Working in the land of engineers
You don't ever have to grow up, baby
You won't ever need to face your fears
Just buy a guitar, pretend like it's the eighties
Rockin' steady in the land of engineers
They're selling off the pieces of our kingdom
Bit by bit we watch it disappear
Til there's nothing left but parking lots and freedom
Saying goodbye to the land of engineers...