Build It Up Chrome – The Antlers

In my earliest days
I walk through slim hallways
And soon they will drop from my eyes
Like flies when the cold front comes

The trucks for construction start their destruction
Tearing her limb from limb
But I wasn’t there for that

But it’s not my call
It’s not my call
It’s not my home
It’s not my call
It’s not my call
It’s not my call
It’s not my home
So just build it up chrome

The house fell like airplanes collapsing in rains
The glass in the windows broke
The way was finally clear
And up came something funny
A whorehouse of money
Where families and strangers reside
Well, my memory is green

They built up an eyesore, pathetic and decadent
Giant in stature, just so overpowering
That I wished I had matches to strike on the matchbook
Toss in their hallways to burn them to the ground

But it’s not my call
It’s not my call
It’s not my home
It’s not my call
It’s not my call
It’s not my call
It’s not my home
So just build it up chrome