Fruitcake and Cider - Thought Industry

Ye beware thy animals

Thou art foul machines

King Kong Bible

(Toilet reader)

Some people say there’s something

Wrong with me and the animal kingdom

I tell them because they don’t know

We’re being observed

When you’re at my apartment, don’t pet them

Don’t let them know we’re on to them

And I tell my wife, «Madalin, don’t let them in»

It’s not easy trying to convince

People of the conspiracy

At least the NRA believes me

I say there’s still a chance to pile them up

A building sized mound of burning fur

I decided to make a trip

To Binder Park Zoo yesterday

I threw letters into the cages saying

«I know who you are

Tell God to please leave me alone»

I can’t watch, I can’t think, what’s going wrong?

The cockroaches in my cupboard

Are always smiling at me

When I reach for the corned beef

I can’t read, I can’t sleep

What’s going wrong?

Even with my pets

Dogs and cats among them

'Cause everybody knows pets

Are just camcorders for God, staying close

Watching and filming my actions

Drunk in the bathroom

Smiling in my car

On the sidewalk asking for a cigarette

Or even when I’m good

Betrayed by my cat, I swear

It’s always my cat, always my cat