Think of life as a battle between ghosts and liars Or think of it as a barrier to self-fulfilment Is everybody made of skin here? Yes, we're all made of skin And bone and ligament Let's hear it for the bi-peds Those horrible monsters Let the hotel line manages decide their fate Let's hear it for the bi-peds Those horrible monsters Those grinning mogodons with their painted on slogans Salt and it's stains Salt and it's stains Think of death as a medium-sized yellow robot That should help Salt and it's stains Salt and it's stains