If you don’t believe in the spirit
Then what do you believe in – capitalism
eat your boardroom, eat your car
coal, gas, electricity, go where ever you are

let’s have a look inside your house
cleansed of spider, fly and louse
rooms without character
quickly pass by
this is the house where you steadily die

like a bird in a clean steel cage
like a mouse in a rage

if you don’t believe in the spirit
what’s inside you? Keeping it together
tiny girders, ladders and lifts?
And in your head the straw nest of your wits

And look there you are, laying bricks
Walking the plank with a wheelbarrow
Building a place in which to lie down
That’s you, just like you