Growing up in a biosphere With no respect for bad weather There's still roaches and ants in here So resourceful and clever Her great grandfather saw the future Didn't know nothing about panic He certainly probably thought That it was unthinkable There's a trace of mint wafting in from the north So we don't f** with the four oh one It's bigger than us or larger than we bargained I guess it's just not done His great grandfather worked for Goodyear He'd see the blimp on Sundays Wonder what the driver knew About making rubber tires Terrarium Terrarium
There's submarines out there under the ice Avoiding and courting collision An accident's sometimes the only way To worm our way back to bad decisions My great grandfather was a welder He helped build the titanic He certainly didn't think That it was unsinkable Building up to the larger point With an arrogance not rare or pretty We don't declare the war on idleness When outside it's cold and sh**ty We stay inside and try to conjure the fathers Of the injured and faking If there's a glory in miracles It's that they're reversible Terrarium Terrarium