Lyrics:

In the smoke of the factories one sees
The Spirit of Man caged in a tin can
And the old rubber tires they swing to and fro
Wastelands are better over TV shows
All the people that I knew, they all withdrew
Into stances which don't compromise
I see a funnel right under my feet
And the elite slides first into the prize

I've been lost since I first looked at a map
I've been lost since I first looked at a map

The dogs keep managing the parking lot and I've got
The Spirit of Man caged in a tin can
The matches pile next to the bank, another rank
of peacocks grown just to be overthrown

I've been lost since I first looked at a map
I've been lost since I first looked at a map

Radio-waves are giving me chills
No love letters, I'm cluttered with bills
Some say it's the stress, some say it's the times
But the lower you get, the higher they climb
Ahead of you
Ahead of you
Ahead of you!

The Spirit of Man caged in a tin can
The Spirit of Man caged in a tin can
The Spirit of Man caged in a tin can
The Spirit of Man caged in a tin can

Alexandre Rendeiro (voice and guitars)
Guilherme Canhão (bass)
Luís Barros (drums)

Recorded by Filipe Sambado at Interpress, Lisbon
Mixed by Eduardo Vinhas at Golden Pony Studios, Lisbon
Mastered by Steven Berson at Total Sonic Media, NYC
Executive Production by Sérgio Hydalgo and Marcos Silva
Artwork by Ana Baliza and Alexandre Rendeiro
Released by Galeria Zé dos Bois, Lisbon, 2016

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