Living TV, telly of the dead,
Spitting fear and superstition into my head:
Six long months sitting in the dark,
Red Band cigarettes, living like a no-mark.

So let's take the car to where the animals are.
I don't believe I've ever seen you travel so far.
Let's all go where the animals go
And I'll show you a thing or two the animals know.

And I don't care how civilised you take yourself to be.
No, I don't care. No. I don't care.

So let's all do what the animals do
Instead of what the people keep telling us to.
Let's all behave like it's an animals' rave,
Have a little fun before we go to our graves.
Because we still see what the animals see,
I can tell by the way you've been looking at me.
Let's just say this the animals' way:
If I say I'm going to kill you, it's because I'm going to eat you.

And I don't care how civilised you take yourself to be.
No, I don't care. No. I don't care.

Let's have a can in the back of the van,
Everyone pretend to be an elephant man.
Let's have a can in the back of the van,
Everyone pretend to be an elephant, man.
Because you've got to have a plan in the back of the van,
Everyone pretend to be an elephant man.
You've got to have a can in the back of the van.
Everyone pretend...