[Intro - low rhythmic lead] Four nail holes. Eighteen pieces. They said it was built to last. [Verse 1] Four nail holes holding eighteen pieces, Sit down gentle, read the lease first. Hard hat shattered when the rafters come loose, Safety sign hanging by a very thin screw. Bridge over sand, dam full of promises, Water in the pipe got a list of accomplices. Big new glass says crack-proof, smear-proof; Everybody squints when they ask for the proof. They make the brochure from a tree they uprooted, Print a little forest on the front to improve it. Got a planet to cool, got a sky to replace, Put the climate control in a landlord's name. [Hook] Built to last, built to last, That's what they said when they sold us that. Hold my weight, hold my weight, Don't give me a speech when the floor gives way. Four nail holes, eighteen pieces, Look what we're keeping each other beneath. Built to last, built to last; Who gets blamed when it all comes back? [Verse 2] Fourteen thousand days since they last saw sun, Million-dollar homes near the heat underground. Fruit under bulbs, children drawing a blue sky, Ask what a bird was. Teacher needs a minute. Man made a ceiling so the world couldn't fall; Everybody underneath it checking every wall. Skin getting strange, lungs finding new weather, Bodies learn to live where we put them together. We can cross a continent before we get dressed, Still can't build a room where the poor get rest. Don't tell me we're brilliant, show me who's safe; Count every person before you count what you made. [Hook] Built to last, built to last, That's what they said when they sold us that. Hold my weight, hold my weight, Don't give me a speech when the floor gives way. Four nail holes, eighteen pieces, Look what we're keeping each other beneath. Built to last, built to last; Who gets blamed when it all comes back? [Bridge - stripped] I'm not asking for a palace. I'm asking for a chair. I'm asking you to sit in it Before you say you care. [Final Hook - wider, not triumphant] Hold my weight. Hold my weight. Don't give me a speech when the floor gives way. Four nail holes, eighteen pieces. Leave a little room for the people beneath it. [End]
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