Think of life as a battle between ghosts and liars   Or think of it as a barrier to self-fulfillment   Is everybody made of skin here?   Yes, we're all made of skin and bone and ligament      Let's hear it for the bi-peds, those horrible monsters   Let the hotel line manages decide their fate   Let's hear it for the bi-peds, those horrible monsters   Those grinning Mogodons with their painted on slogans      Salt and its stains   Salt and its stains      Think of death as a medium-sized yellow robot   That should help      Salt and its stains   Salt and its stains