Catherine The Beggar Lyrics

Whats with these lights? Is this an interrogation?
Whats with these lights? 3rd degree in the masses eyes.
Whats with these lights? Is this an interrogation?
Whats with these lights? Ive got nothing at all to say.
Beggar with a soapbox, kinesiatic with pride.
Beggar with a soapbox, but Ive got nothing to say.
Build a bigger soapbox, the nothing just gets louder.
This is just another instance of strategically placed stagnation.
Move along, nothing to see here.
This is just strategic stagnation.
All our stomachs growl for the same thing,
Just another fix to us inside.
Eat, sleep, lather, rinse. Repeat.
None of those things are good enough for me.