Demolition Man

I saw a video of some working dogs

Each so happy to do what he does

Muddy fur, chasing herds, four wheeler rides

Running sheep, smile wide, deep sleep, full life

But mankind, he's got no sense of purpose

But mankind, it's all call centers and Percocets

Picture being built for one thing

And when that thing is done, you feel free

Excavation, demolition, heavy timber frame

Machine shop did its job, perfect machine

But mankind, that boat he's on is rudderless

But mankind, he's busy drilling holes in it

And in time, we can confirm that there's no plan

But mankind

He's left to guess from birth and every turn until a sharp stop at the end

He's made to crash through walls and dent his skull, learn nothing, then be dead

Terriers live to kill rats

Retrievers carry birds through reeds

But there's no reason for you to leave bed

No hardwired north

Just a compass left spinning in your head