Our Concrete Fever

[Verse 1]
The Premier Hotel sign blinks twice then goes dark.
We feel the city's power cut, a tremor in the bone-marrow.
Third night of this static, a current leaving its mark,
A blueprint for a tension only we seem to know.

[Chorus]
Ooh, this concrete fever, a rhythm in the blood,
A language that the government has never understood.
We count the hairline fractures, waiting for the flood,
This sweet, sweet devotion, a temple made of mud.

[Verse 2]
They build another story with a foundation of sand,
Pouring Moët on the rebar, shaking up the land.
"This whole building go soon fall," a welder told our band,
We feel the load-bearing columns groan on their command.

[Chorus]
Ooh, this concrete fever, a rhythm in the blood,
A language that the government has never understood.
We count the hairline fractures, waiting for the flood,
This sweet, sweet devotion, a temple made of mud.

[Bridge]
And the fever gets stronger when the sax begins to cry,
We're dancing on the pavement where old protests went to die.
It's a holy kind of madness beneath a diesel-tinted sky,
We're so close now to saying the one thing we can't deny.

[Outro]
The air gets heavy now, the tremor starts to...