Growin' up in a biosphere 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 nothin' bout panic He certainly prob'ly thought That it was unthinkable Trace of mint waftin' in from the north So we don't f** with the four-oh-one It's bigger than us and larger than we bargained I guess it's just not done His great grandfather worked for Goodyear He'd see the blimp on Sunday I wonder what the driver knew About making rubber tires Terrarium Terrarium Submarines out there under the ice Avoidin' and courtin' 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 and conjure the fathers Of the injured and fakin' If there's a glory in miracles, it's that they're reversible Terrarium Terrarium