Apocalypse Seaside Heights

I'm on a wall
My hand made wall to keep out the weeds
To keep out the sprawl
And I can't stop them all
No, I can't stop them all
I salt the soil so nothing else can grow

It's not an answer, its just an escape
We got too much stock in shitty crops
And too much faith in faith
Did your memory crash?
Did you have a snake oil relapse?
Cause if this is Armageddon I'm impressed

I'm on a wall
My hand made wall to keep out the weeds
To keep out the sprawl
And I can't stop them all
No, I can't stop them all
I salt the soil so nothing else can grow