Walls are high,
Spirits low.
We find our hero stuck in an undertow.
This machine
Used to know
Exactly who to be and where to go.

Fees are high,
Funds are low.
And how to pay, well hell, I may never know.
All I want is to know what the charge is.
All I want is to speak with the kind.
But the maniacs here won't give me a goddamn thing.


Couldn't be-
Couldn't be anybody but the-
Couldn't be anybody but the animal man.
Couldn't be-
Couldn't be anybody but the-
Couldn't be anybody but the animal man.


Turn into animal,
And burrow higher.
They'll burn the forest down
Just to get paid.
Resurrect the Thylacine,
And burrow higher.
What do you reckon, then,
The garden or the hall?

And I'll stay in the village.
And I'll live underground.
And I'll wait out my life there.
And I'll die.

The law will see you
When the door swings open.
And you are welcome
To wait, to wait, to wait.
The law will see you
When Red Peter's spoken.
And you are welcome
To wait, to wait, to wait.

And I'll stay in the village.
And I'll work underground.
I'll make cider from the apples that grow in the autumn.
And I'll die.

(I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Take it easy, man.)

And I'll stay in the village.
And I'll work underground.
And I'll live out my life there.
And I'll