| Slow Race |
| Inside a jar of prehistoric air Neon fossil penguins grow on trees The child professor doesn't care He has a friendly new disease It causes me to swear I never said I care, I never said It takes a paucity of scale To simulate what's in the jar A friendly fire of forest whales On rubber hearts and vacuum stars It causes me to swear I never said I care, I never said We could have ourselves a slow race And the object is to lose The awards flow by like icebergs Deep and giant blue There are no fish left in the streams They all have taken to the air And with their rattles, guns, and beads New age pirates sit and stare It causes me to swear I never said I care, I never said We could have ourselves a slow race And the object is to lose The awards flow by like icebergs Deep and giant blue There are no fish left in the streams They all have taken to the air And with their rattles, guns, and beads New age pirates sit and stare It causes me to swear I never said I cared, I never said We could have ourselves a slow race And the object is to lose The awards flow by like icebergs Deep and giant blue There's a boring intermission In the middle of the play The awards flow by like icebergs Made of ancient clay |