We walked back in the way we came
And never saw even an ounce of fame
Welcome to the Safari, O
Horses and guns and metal machines
The sort of thing found in magazines
About the Robot Rodeo
If It seems just like a dream
Then I won't know what you mean
He came back with the words he thought
He came back with a burning cough
Tried to think of something obscene
But could only picture that that tragic scene
In "Julie Finds a Motorbike"
Cameras abroad and cameras within
So the Mayor captures every one of our sins
So he can watch them all alone
In the comfort of his very home
I don't know how it ends
But I hope it's with your friends
He came back with the words he thought
He came back with a burning cough
He came back with the words he thought
Came back with a broken heart
Your third eye told you not to look
It had seen the way your body shook
Up and down your family
All the curses in your family tree!
A wave of crimes against invisible people
A six-hour drive to the People-Only Steeple
It's always up here on the right
It swam along the shore
And it knocked really lightly on our door