Mister Griever, sits in his home With the apes outside that he doesn't condone "I bet the evils are running 'round They must be stopped, they must be found!" Mister Griever, what a shame With the touchless touchers All in his brain Now mister Griever, break the cage Remove those wires from your face "I bet the touchers are touching now, They must be stopped, they must be found!" Touch me through my eyes Touch me through my optics now