Base. How low can we go? f** the Beatles, I'm an animal An upright ape with opposable thumbs To hold the clubs To hold the guns Swing low sweet chariot God bless my DNA Drunk drive my Chevy to the levee Let the flood come and sweep me away No this ain't the apocalypse It's the way sh** has always been From Sodom to Saddam Attila to Tienenmen A quarter million years of human being A quarter million years as a human stain We use ten percent of our gorgeous brains And leave the rest up to c**aine Lucy in the sky Got her hands on a new shotgun Lucy in the sky Got her hands on a Remington Lucy in the sky Her shiny diamonds drenched in blood And I know where the wild things are Don't look far Don't look far ‘Cause I got wisdom in my teeth And terror in my wars Yes, I know where the wild things are Don't look far. Don't look far. There's a reason that it's hard to look in the mirror. There's a reason that it's hard to go to the zoo And there's a reason you want to pry open the cage See, you should be there, too.