Dinosaurs

The spade of man is pushing up
With all their fractured wrists, good general
Burning our childhood homes
With turpentine
Inside their siamese wounds
It’s death and dying
Swim in the swill, we will
On the kitchen floor
And wrap my bones in birds
For a real good cause
Oh, mother Mary
She holds me in her arms
We’re strapped to a tanker
In a warring world
See all these dinosaurs?
Oh, they want to rule the world
See all these dinosaurs?
Oh, they want to rule the world
I’m ready to wash my hands of you
Next time you bring me more bad news
I’m ready to wash my hands of you
Next time you bring me more bad news
I’m ready
I’m ready