not sure what to do with myself lately
me and all my friends we're just so weird
guess we'll hang on on the beach
make some babies
raise em up in the land of engineers
we'll put down roots somewhere sandy
close to everything that 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
thousand pounds of concrete between my ears
work so hard
grow so lazy
living in the land of engineers
the war machine is always hungry
it feeds on all our most terrific fears
but i 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 its the eighties
rocking 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
i'm saying goodbye to the land of engineers