Got anger for the angry agnosticals
No lust for the rusty recepticals
Feed them bread, absorb the red
The red juices that run through their head
Last night you dreamt up a plan
And the plan was to rustle the trees
Rustle them out of the country
And plant them overseas
Dig, dig, start the dig
Rig, rig, rig it up
Sing a song, make it up
Build a thought, break it up
Dig, dig, start the dig
Rig, rig, rig it up
Sing a song, make it up
Build a thought, break it up
