So if you're tired of the race and all the winners Human hands on laboring machines And a hate of doubt consumption can't deliver Take a number I want it new And full of dread You're in the big house now What if I sped? Here all living in this foreign soil Here all floating on the boiling oil What can I do? The sky is red You're in the big house now What if I sped? You're in the big house now You're in the big house now You're in the big house now