[chorus: ]   if you're ready for the salad bar, let us know   every victory's initially an obstacle   [?]within every fold, having meant to feed   what's a beneficial energy to be released[?]      multivitamin, full canteen   compass, typical boyscout routine   better earn no merit badges after completing a task   silently seated i'm striking flint against steel   turning sparks into flames into hand-cooked meals      i get about 5 hours sleep   then i'm on my feet again   [?]meeting and needing[?] natural survivalist tips   but that is not my trip   the rapture came and went, leaving me here in the dust   i didn't make the cut, my dreams were not polluted enough      on the day his mighty hand descended   to rescue his believers   i became the proud owner of thousands of abandoned golden retrievers   and we would load them onto flat-bed ford's   drive around trading them for precious metals and circuit boards   but when the new-age denominations acquired psychic weapons   i wandered off the grid in fear of reprogramming sessions      during the conflict   the grounded satellite was my saving grace - i'm laser light!   probing the smoky mountains   hoping to happen upon this well-equipped protagonist wearing a davy crockett hat      chalked-full of pocket-sized dismantling tools   to the survivors with kids in need of disciplinarian rules   give 'em crew-cuts and a few bucks   and atop their heads   put a crown of braided blood red meat   to keep them trackable and well fed      [chorus]      come one come all   be them man or beast   they'll end up another skull    on the mantelpiece      come one come all   be them man or beast   they'll end up another skull   on the mantelpiece