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