dinosaur-us



dead kites in farmer's fields

the jailed dreamers are growing gills



so eat it up you maniacs

eat the whole thing

you maniacs



fat-so-saur-us



the possibilities of open skies

and the worms rule as silent kings



so eat it up

you fatso's

gobble the whole thing

you fatso's



baby be absolutely quiet

as we untie the boat

and push ourselves from shore



We'll remember you

you poor souls

you poor slaves

they're building the city

on your broken backs



and what of your own fires?

what of your own fires?



we're leaving you now

when your cinders are so cold