A puppy with it's eyelid in a vice, Let out a moan, which no science could defend against The songbird to the cellphone tower crashed Wrote out a bill for which reason could not recompense We are like them in a way Just the error of our day Like that scientific ape It's not for us to escape They're sealing up the hive For the lord of husk and rinds Hard shell, tough sell Too old, too cold We are like them in a way, Said a sanguinary toad from his perch above an open grave But he never got his say, cast down under a rock For the spiders to investigate He's not swimming in the sea It's a test facility It's an interesting clime In the city Anaheim For the Lord of Husk and Rinds Hard shell, tough sell Too old, too cold Not gold, I'm sold