Living TV, telly of the dead, Spitting fear and superstition into my head: Six long months sitting in the dark, Red Band cigarettes, living like a no-mark. So let's take the car to where the animals are. I don't believe I've ever seen you travel so far. Let's all go where the animals go And I'll show you a thing or two the animals know. And I don't care how civilised you take yourself to be. No, I don't care. No. I don't care. So let's all do what the animals do Instead of what the people keep telling us to. Let's all behave like it's an animals' rave, Have a little fun before we go to our graves. Because we still see what the animals see, I can tell by the way you've been looking at me. Let's just say this the animals' way: If I say I'm going to kill you, it's because I'm going to eat you. And I don't care how civilised you take yourself to be. No, I don't care. No. I don't care. Let's have a can in the back of the van, Everyone pretend to be an elephant man. Let's have a can in the back of the van, Everyone pretend to be an elephant, man. Because you've got to have a plan in the back of the van, Everyone pretend to be an elephant man. You've got to have a can in the back of the van. Everyone pretend...