Lyrics

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 managers decide their fate Let's hear it for the bi-peds Those horrible monsters Those grinning mogodons with their painted on slogans Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt Think of death as a medium-sized yellow robot That should help Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt Salt and its stains, salt and its stains Salt and its stains, salt and its stains, salt