Oh, you're so sure you're big, well—
Could you fit my—?
Would you fit my—?
Oh, you're so sure you're built well
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Build. Build. Build
The nation's on the line
The whites are out of time
And it "hurts their hearts"
Oh, you're so sure you're big, well—
What gets you high
Is love for a hate sign
"She's a real kinda built tall"
I'll still touch the sky
And dig out on daylight
Build. Build. Build
You want it built. Your god's a wall
You want it built. Your god's a wall