歌詞: Lard. Pure Chewing Satisfaction. Moths.

Spiral down the path

Of least resistance

Down a chute to a bed of nails

That becomes a trampoline



Bouncing lost souls


Emperor Ludwig is with us
From extreme to extreme

So is Doctor T



Technicolor stairs and spires
Fantasia trips and wires


5,000 happy fingers

Ready to play our song



Vortex recedes
All I hear and see



Echoes of my face and fears
In a chamber of one way mirrors


Voices from the drain


Whisper like machines

Now that you're in our dimension

You'll never leave



To leash and harvest thee
Ahh, treasure gleams




Down, down to Bermuda Triangle


Sink, sink 10,000 feet below

Time to finally meet the zookeepers

We let swallow us whole



Moths
Light any flame


They fly right in



Deep in Chinatown
In New York City


Drop a coin into a cage

Chickens dance on a hot plate



Hot foot round & round

Til the wheel runs down

That's you as we view

Through our ceiling of glass



Kneel

Al Jolson style
Please, please

Can I get a raise




Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle

Please, please more purple kool aid

Tabloid beauty corpses point the way

We're not in Kansas any more