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